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“My lackeys?”
“Minions, flunkies, those with whom you’re in cahoots.
where everyone has been awful. I’ve found the nexus of evil in the nicest state in the country.” “I wouldn’t call us a nexus,” Easton defended. “Maybe more of a node.”
Easton wondered how he had gotten himself in trouble so fast. Normally, it took a few months of a woman getting to know him before he had her so riled up.
Screw that. If they were done with her, River was going out with a scream of defiance, not a whimper of defeat.
watching Easton free solo was akin to watching a Kentucky Derby winner walking through a miniature horse pen at a petting zoo.
all flushed in embarrassment and surprise, he was kind of adorable.
“I can like her and still acknowledge the evil music that plays every time she enters the room.
Easton was going to
die with the name of every person he’d ever cared about etched onto his heart.
her most important lesson yet. Pleasant was code for pushover. Screw. That.
“If I didn’t trust you, I’d never step foot above ten thousand feet with you.” “What about below ten thousand feet?” she asked. “I can hold my own closer to sea level.”
the River Lane special. Half hot chocolate, half coffee, and enough espresso to raise your heart rate.”
“You’re a really tall, very strong man. Men like you do this thing with their shoulders when they talk to someone they’re attracted to. They kind of drop them, a subconscious effort to make themselves less large, less intimidating.”
That voice. She could wrap herself up in that voice and cuddle on the couch all day in it.
“You can take the girl out of Wyoming, but you can’t take the Wyoming out of the girl. If I can outdrink you, outride you, and outshoot you, that’s fine. But if I can change a tire faster than you without calling roadside assistance, then you and I aren’t going to last long.”
The tension between them wasn’t thick enough to cut with a knife.…it was melted chocolate. Warm and gooey and impossible to get off her skin.
“You love us. We’re like cheap take-out food. Once you get used to us, you’ll always want us around.”
Stoic affection for grandmothers might be River’s new favorite thing ever.
“You’re gorgeous,” he told her, that low rumble deepening even further. “I’m sorry?” “If we’re doing this, don’t think I won’t go on the offensive.
pretty sure her ovaries flinched in warning.
Whisky. She reminded him of Fireball whisky…sweet and smooth but spicy and strong as hell.
but if she was whisky, he was the biggest, most decadent brownie. And chocolate sauce. Easton was all the chocolate sauce.
but at least she didn’t run screaming when a four-hundred-pound grizzly with allergies sneezed.
“I’m a bunny.” “You’re an assassin bunny,” he countered. “Which is the ultimate unknown. You can never trust a bunny.”
“Take your hair down. Bree says River has a thing for your
hair. Flex your biceps, quote some poetry. Work your magic, man.”
Rolling his eyes at her, Easton still exhaled a breath. “You’re exhausting,” he decided. “I like it.” “I know. It’s part of my charm.”
“I’m coming back, River. I’m not leaving you up here.” Her smile was the breath in his lungs. “It never once occurred to me you would.”
Easton found himself missing the furball. Bad breakup or not, at least the marmot understood him. It would have been chafing at the pace too.
It took every bit of self-control he had to not crush her painfully tight against his chest. “I’m never leaving you again.”
the sound of Easton’s voice lulling her into a sense of peace.
“If you need someone to hold your beer while you’re busy kicking professional ass, let me know.”
“Anything else I should know about you?” “I’m completely, utterly full of crap.”
“You’re perfect,” Easton decided. “And you’re definitely full of crap. It’s my favorite part about you.”
She reminded him of a wolf. Dangerous, smart, willing, and more than able to flash her fangs when she needed. But like a wolf with their mate, she wanted him to play with her.
River could tell he was going both shoulders on her.
they all want to see you, but I want you the most.”
I’ve never met a person who wasn’t two shots of tequila away from a bad memory.
he seriously considered going back out and finding the marmot. It understood his pain.
But Easton was a pack animal and always had been. He took comfort
from having the people who mattered surrounding him. The only problem was his mate was gone, and…well…wolves mated for life.
“Wish she coulda been
more like Z-Bear. Or the marmot. The marmot was all in. Shoulda been a marmot.”
“Making sure good intentions don’t turn into vomit aspiration.
“As long as they know I’m spoken for.” “The marmot?” River teased. “I figured I’d see how this went first, ma’am.”
“Ma’am me like you mean it, big guy.
