Checkmate
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“No,” she simply said with a shrug.
“No?”
“No, I’m good,” she said, shooting him a sweet smile.
“Then what was all that back at the jail?” he asked, wondering if her hormones were starting to make him go crazy.
“I had a craving for pie,” she said with another shrug as she settled back in her seat.
He pulled to a stop at the light and for a moment he could only stare at her in wonder. “You did all that for pie?”
“And cocoa,” she clarified with a nod.
He laughed, he couldn’t help it.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, reaching over to hold his hand.
“You are a dangerous woman, Mrs. O’Neil.”
“And don’t you forget it, Mr. O’Neil," she said teasingly.
“Or what?” he asked, raising their entwined hands so that he could press a kiss to the back of her hand.
“Or I’ll go for my pliers,” she promised, making him smile, because he knew damn well that she would. She didn’t take any of his shit, drove him out of his mind and he loved every single minute of it.
“No?”
“No, I’m good,” she said, shooting him a sweet smile.
“Then what was all that back at the jail?” he asked, wondering if her hormones were starting to make him go crazy.
“I had a craving for pie,” she said with another shrug as she settled back in her seat.
He pulled to a stop at the light and for a moment he could only stare at her in wonder. “You did all that for pie?”
“And cocoa,” she clarified with a nod.
He laughed, he couldn’t help it.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, reaching over to hold his hand.
“You are a dangerous woman, Mrs. O’Neil.”
“And don’t you forget it, Mr. O’Neil," she said teasingly.
“Or what?” he asked, raising their entwined hands so that he could press a kiss to the back of her hand.
“Or I’ll go for my pliers,” she promised, making him smile, because he knew damn well that she would. She didn’t take any of his shit, drove him out of his mind and he loved every single minute of it.
