Hidden Roots (Citrus Cove, #3)

by Clio Evans

“You’re one of those women who feel like you always have to have the last word, aren’t you?” “I’m one of those women who will happily taser you again and then grind your balls under my heel if you don’t check your fucking tone,”

“I need a nickname for you. Like…” “Cowboy? Sir? Daddy?” None of those worked, but then it hit me. A wide grin spread across my face as I looked up at him. “Dimples.” His lips tugged as he tried to maintain his manly demeanor. “You cannot call me dimples.” “I sure can.” “I am a tough man who farms and fixes things. You cannot call me dimples.” “Please?” He let out a deliberate sigh. “Fine. Come on.”