“We can’t do this again,” I told him. “Your advances are officially unwelcome.” “Yes, that’s the message I got loud and clear,” he said lightly. His thumb skimmed under my lip, and he looked at me almost fondly. “Get that look off your face immediately,” I commanded. He grinned and my knees nearly went out from under me. A smiling Derek Price was dangerous, a weapon of mass destruction.
