Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
“You wear gloves almost every day when you ride your bike.”
“Not seeing your point.”
Larkin gave him a hard look. “You will wear a black diamond ring on your finger or pay the price.”
His eyes lit up in interest. “What’s the price?”
“I won’t wear yours.”
Just like that, the light in his gaze dulled. “That’s not acceptable.”
“Then stop being difficult.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Learn.”
A corner of his lips winged up. “Your eyelid just twitched again. I’m telling you, it’s gonna be a permanent thing before you know it, you’ll—” He cut off when she growled, and his mouth curved even more. “I swear, that sound does shit to me.” He shuddered in what seemed like delight. “I need to record it. I could use it as my ring tone.”
“You don’t have a cell phone.”
His eyes slid to the wall. “Oh, yeah,” he finally remembered . . . like that was something a person could forget. He shrugged. “I’ll use it as my doorbell, then.”
“You don’t have a doorbell either.”
“Hmm, I guess I could use it as my alarm.”
“That would work. If you had an alarm clock. Which you don’t.”
He threw her a put-out look. “What is it with you and technicalities?”
More than ready to bring the pointless conversation to a halt, Larkin sighed long and loud. “Just kiss me.”
“Why?”
“Because it will shut you up.”
He gave her a mock frown. “That’s not very nice. You should make it up to me. Preferably by letting me stick some ginger peel up—”
“Teague, if you don’t quit with this, I swear . . . ”
His forehead creased. “Ah, come on, the Romans were all over it.”
“They used it as a form of torture, not pleasure.”
“Don’t be closed-minded. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Nowhere up my ass. But I’m all for shoving some ginger peel up yours. Interested?” She wasn’t surprised when he looked close to rearing back in horror. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
His eyes went wide. “I didn’t say anything!”
“You didn’t have to. But hey, tell me if I’m wrong.” He didn’t. She let out a humph. “Figured as much.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
Closing her eyes, Larkin planted her palm over her face. “Teague, just sleep. Now.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
An unhappy grunt. “Fine. But I don’t know why you persist in being a ginger bigot. It’s not like you’re—Dammit, Lark, nipples aren’t for twisting!”