Later she would think about how he’d snuck up on her so silently. The man was on crutches – what was he, a ninja or something?
She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.
Just leave me alone, I want to be alone,” she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.
Don’t freak out, I’m getting into the bed,” he said.
One of the best lovers in Hollywood. What would a title like that encompass exactly? she wondered. Technique? Enthusiasm? Or was it more about equipment?