Cat is a fiesty little thing, and Munro likes his wine feisty, “aye. Come test me again, big man. I’ll nae be so polite next time.” If this was her being polite , seeing her rude would be quite the spectacle." Where his woman is concerned Monro sometimes has to get creative, “I’m nae a gentleman,” he returned from close behind her. “I am tired of being shot at, and I reckoned kissing ye might stopper the unladylike curses ye were spewing at me.” I really fell in love with Munro, "taking her shoulder, he turned her to face him and gave her a soft, slow kiss. “Ye can call me yer mattress, lass, but dunnae ferget the poky bits.” I really loved this book Munro was my type of man.
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