“Anyone ever tell you that you’re an evil, evil man?” “All the time, usually followed by handcuffs.” Laughter spilled from her, which he joined, his low tenor doing strange things to her insides. Oh God, she’d have to lock her door tonight, and then toss the key so she didn’t come back down to ravage him.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re an evil, evil man?” “All the time, usually followed by handcuffs.” Laughter spilled from her, which he joined, his low tenor doing strange things to her insides. Oh God, she’d have to lock her door tonight, and then toss the key so she didn’t come back down to ravage him.”

— Eve Langlais