Hidden Treasure
“Looking for something?”
Damn. Damn. Damn. It was just getting good. Colt wasn’t happy to release a now horrified Brielle, but the viselike grip he’d had around her waist loosened and she scrambled to her feet as if he were a teeming anthill.
“Morning, Peggy,” he said, not bothering to get up quite yet. Instead, he flipped his hands behind his head and grinned up at the shop’s owner as she scowled down at him.
“This store isn’t your personal brothel, Colt.” One foot was tapping while she rested her hands on her ample hips.
“Aw, Peggy, I just got carried away. What else was I supposed to do when a hot little number like Brielle comes hurtling through your doors and literally knocks me off my feet?” he asked, amping up the wattage on his killer smile.
“When that happens, what you should do is help the lady back up on her feet and then do some shopping — a lot of shopping.”
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