A mental image of Thayden, grinning with that stupid dimple pops up in my mind. Get behind me, Lucifer! I tell him. But he just winks and blows me a kiss. Even in my own mind, the man does what he wants. “You okay, D?” Sam asks. “Hmm?” “You’ve got a funny look on your face. And you’re fanning yourself.” I am, indeed. I drop my hands to my lap. Seeing Thayden today has reduced me to an overheated, overimaginative mess of nerves. That man shouldn’t get any of my mental space.
