“You entering that competition, Ad? Might win yourself a prince.” Donovan waggled his brows in a move meant to be suggestive but unfortunately made him look spasmodic. I offered him a polite smile. I had a masked stranger who was already causing me enough romantic distractions without adding sadism to my list. “I would rather gouge my eyes out with a dull spoon.” “Really? Only a dull spoon?” a familiar irksome voice drawled much too close.
