The Witch And The Werewolf. Michele HaufЧитать онлайн книгу.
right! I can get Sunday to babysit tomorrow night. We’ll stop by the witch’s place, then do something after?”
“There’s a new action movie I’d really like to see.”
“I haven’t been inside a movie theater in years. And action? Sounds like a plan.”
He bent to kiss her and she wrapped her arms about his neck and bounced as she tried to get closer to him. So Lars lifted her by the hips and she wrapped her legs around his waist. That fit them together perfectly and made for a nice hold.
After a couple kisses he said, “You’re so tiny.”
“And you’re like a basketball player. But I like a big strong alpha man.”
Inside the cab Peanut giggled. Both looked to the baby, then back to each other and laughed.
“I think that’s a hint,” he said. “Time to stop kissing the girl and get the tyke home for his bedtime bottle. What time do you want me to stop by tomorrow?”
“Six!”
He kissed her again, quickly, then set her down and climbed into the truck. With a wave and a wink, he backed out and drove away.
And Mireio sighed one of those satisfied sighs that a girl reserved only for those moments she wanted to cherish. If she wasn’t careful, she could fall in love. And she’d never been the queen of careful. Spontaneous, wild and free were her best attributes.
But what was wrong with the guy forgetting things midsentence? Hmm... Probably she had better not worry about it. She had a tendency to worry beyond the problem. There was no problem. Nope, none at all.
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