Taming the Heart (Crimson Ridge, #3)

by Elliott Rose

I have to wrestle back the urge to grin like a fool at the very feminine, delicate piece of handmade jewelry sitting against my hard-worn skin. And the devious little phrase she’s spelled out. That familiar heat builds low in my stomach, at being in possession of the knowledge Sage went out of her way specifically to make this.

“Sarge… how does your married boss know your phone passcode?” Layla drops her voice low.