Rhys's woman has no idea what to make of him, “Ye’ve a wish to die or ye do nae have brains,” she muttered..." The man doesn't mind boasting every once in awhile, “every man is different, Maggie, but I’m a big guy, so my parts are big.” He was grinning now. He couldn’t damn well help it..." I liked this book, I liked Rhys.
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