Ronin is such a smar****, “flirting with you? Ill-timed, maybe, but not inappropriate. Now, if I’d leaned over that table, fisted all that gorgeous hair— which by the way, I have no problem at all imagining sliding over my chest— dragged you close, and took your mouth in a repeat of what some idiot might call a kiss, but I call foreplay? That would be inappropriate.” Yeah... Ronin isn't really good with surprises, good,” he finally muttered, tone hoarse. Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Good.” Ronin is slowly learning its best to not state his thoughts on some things, “because I don’t want my balls handed to me in a Dixie cup, I’ll refrain from commenting on that,” he grumbled." I loved this book, and I loved Ronin, he was such an easy character to fall in love with.
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