Three Mages and a Margarita (The Guild Codex: Spellbound, #1)

by Annette Marie

Once, they had been my favorite pair of jeans. Now they were my favorite pair of shorts, and I would wear them until they unraveled around my ass.

“I just wanted to be sure.” He tilted his head in question. “Do you want a hug?”

“If you want pizza with pineapple on it, we’ll have to throw you out.”

Sometimes I’m a bad person. With a guilty glance at the closed bedroom door, I slid the photo out.

I pulled my keys out of my purse, jammed one through the plastic, and tore a long opening. Parting the edges, I peered into the dark room on the other side. That was easy. Look at me, trespassing like I did this shit all the time.