He leaned in dangerously close. “You’re my business, Maggie. Whether you like it or not. Accept it or not. That kiss last night makes you my business.” “Please,” she scoffed. “You don’t get to go all Idaho cowboy just because we locked lips.” “Darlin’, welcome to the Wild West.” “Oh, I want to slap the crap out of you right now,” she hissed. “I can’t decide if I want to shake some sense into you or kiss the hell out of you.”
