Fletch really appreciates his woman's efforts, "...I don’t have a clue what’s in this room, and what if you came over again and there were peanut crumbs hiding somewhere—” The look he gives me is so intense, so welcoming, words get stuck in my throat. He crosses the room in two seconds flat, and then his hands are on my face." I liked this book, I loved the characters.
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