Rhett likes to put his foot in his mouth, but he's man enough to admit when he's done so, "chill, feisty,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” When his mouth moved to my neck, I tilted my head and gave him room to press his lips against my pulse point." Rhett sometimes doesnt appreciate his woman's wardrobe, “she’s wearing that… out there?” He gestured toward the door. “It’s effing winter.” I liked this book, I liked Ever and Rhett.
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