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“You sore at all?” His gaze slid low and lingered because she had the nicest legs.
She coughed. “Uh...not yet. Should I be?”
Thad shrugged. “Dunno.” He crossed his arms at his chest and moved one boot over the other, as if setting himself up for a nice long standoff. Sha. Why did he enjoy torturing this woman so much? “Depends what kind of shape you’re in, I guess.”
She shifted her feet. “I’m in decent shape.”
Thad concurred as he allowed his gaze to take her in, nice and slow. “Then you should be just fine.” An understatement. The woman was more than fine, particularly right now, because there was something sinful sparkling in those pretty brown eyes of hers.
Pushing himself from the wall, he moved closer.
Her chin lifted and her gaze went to the mistletoe again. Yep, she knew exactly what was what.
“You need anything else?” he asked huskily, noticing how her full lips parted. Then that sweet, sweet tongue made an appearance, passing over her lips, making them nice and moist.
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