Master of Wolves (2010)
“They were far enough away from town that he’d decided it was safe to put the top down, and the wind whipped Faith’s hair into a red froth. She tilted her head back, enjoying the sunlight on her face. “Why am I not surprised you own a convertible?”
He flashed her a white grin. “Let me guess—this is the setup for a joke about Rambo’s love of hanging his head out car windows.”
“First, sane people do not talk about themselves in the third person. And second…pbbbbbbbtttt!” She blew a loud, very juicy raspberry.
“I can’t help it if you’re predictable—and ever so slightly juvenile.”
“Says the man I once caught licking his own balls.”
“Hey, that was the closest I got to action all month.”
Faith lifted her head to stare at him in mingled amusement and horror. “I was joking! You didn’t really…?” Jim gave her a bland, slow blink.
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