Grif is slowly getting there with his woman, you know paying attention, "he pointed at the stump. “Which would you rather have— a box of chocolate or a chunk of wood to mount your anvil on?” Grif can sure give a compliment, "...he whispered , “I can’t say what I’m really thinking because there are other people in the room, and I doubt you want Aubrey hearing how I want to shove my hands under your skirt, rip off whatever sexy panties you have on under there, and eff you against my mother’s living room wall.” I really loved this book, I fell in love with the Steele brothers.
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