Semi-Charmed (Harper Hall Investigations, #1)

by Isabel Jordan

The coat was too long by nearly a foot, and the sleeves hung down well below her hands, but the fabric still held the warmth of his skin, and she was far too cold to be concerned with fit or fashion. The What Not to Wear folks could just kiss her warm, toasty ass.

“Well, hello there, Pot, they call me Kettle,” she said dryly. “I hear you’re black.”

“Lord save us from men who think they know what we need better than we do, girl.”