“A small part of her secretly hoped she caught him in bed. But that really was a very small part.The bigger part hoped he was in the shower.”

“I love you, Mallory," he said very quietly, very seriously. "So damn much."Warmth and affection and need and so much more rushed her. "I know.""You know?""Yes.""Well, hell," he said with a small smile and a shake of his head. "You might have told me and saved me a lot of time.""How about I tell you something else?" she said. "I love you, too.”

“Did you give the HSC ten thousand dollars?"Ah, there it was, he thought, swallowing. He'd been hoping she wouldn't find out, but he supposed that was unrealistic in a town like Lucky Harbor. Taking his time, he ate cookie number two, then reached for a third.She held the plate out of his reach. "Did you?" she asked.He eyed her for a long moment. "Which answer will get me the rest of the cookies?""Oh, Ty," she breathed, looking worried as she lowered the plate. Worried for him, he realized.-Mallory and Ty”

“She ran her gaze over his chest with frank appreciation. Then he shivered, realizing he hadn't really considered the weather. It was forty-five degrees max, but Chloe was giving him a go-on gesture with her hand."All I have left is my pants," he said."Yes, please.""It's cold, Chloe."She tilted her head. "Are you worried about shrinkage?"Well, he was now.-Chloe and Sawyer”

“He didn't see anything."She rolled to her feet. "I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life!""Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring.""I don't--" She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard."Dammit!" She clapped her hands over them. "It's like they're broken!”

“Together they crawled through the attic space, looking for the source of a roof leak they’d discovered in the last bathroom. Jax was out in front,braving the spiderwebs. Maddie was behind him, working really hard at not looking at his butt.And failing spectacularly.So when he unexpectedly twisted around, holding out his hand for the clipboard she was now holding, he caught her staring at him.“I, um—You have a streak of dirt,” she said.“A streak of dirt.”Yes.” She pointed to his left perfectly muscled butt cheek. “There.”He was quiet for a single, stunned beat. She couldn’t blame him, given that they were both covered in dirt from the filthy attic. “Thanks,” he finallysaid. “It’s important to know where the dirt streaks are.”“It is,” she agreed, nodding like a bobble head. “Probably you should stain-stick it right away. I have some in my purse.”“Are you offering to rub it on my ass?”

“Silence reigned. Well, except for Mallory's thundering heartbeat. She was in an attic loft, flat beneath her Mr. Wrong. Her common sense was screaming flee! But her secret inner bad girl was screaming oh please can't we have him? Just once?-Mallory”