Dax just can't handle emotions, “don’t,” he orders with authority, setting his pizza down. I start blinking the wetness away when he growls, “Don’t start effing crying on me, Regan. I can’t handle it.” Dax tries to be noble but instead turns all caveman, “I’m not sure I can be gentle with you right now, Regan. That dress has me all kinds of twisted, and I’m beyond pi**ed other men saw you in it. Got this strange need to effing mark you.” I liked this book, I loved Dax.
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