The Return of Rafe MacKade

Can you stand a little closer?" "Hmm?" "You smell good. I like to smell you.

Angling his head, Rafe put a hand on Regan’s shoulder. “Dibs,” he said in a mild warning. “Excuse me?” Regan stepped back and gaped. “I beg your pardon, but did you just say ‘Dibs’?” “Yeah.” Rafe bit off candy, offered her the rest of the bar. When she smacked his hand away, he only shrugged and ate it himself. “Of all the ridiculous, outrageous— You’re a grown man, and you’re standing there eating candy and saying ‘Dibs’ as if I were the last ice-cream bar in the freezer.

Of all the ridiculous, outrageous— You’re a grown man, and you’re standing there eating candy and saying ‘Dibs’ as if I were the last ice-cream bar in the freezer.

borrowed Shane’s four-wheel to make the hill. Parked it and came to the door in time to see your eyes roll back in your head.” He walked back to her, stripped off his coat and tucked it over her legs. “By the way, how’d you get in?” “I—” She stared at him, swallowed. “I opened the door.” “It was locked.” “No, it wasn’t.” Lifting a brow, he jingled the keys in his pocket. “That’s interesting.” “You’re not lying,” she said after a moment. “Not this time. Why don’t you tell me what you heard?” “Footsteps. But there was no one there.” To warm them, she tucked her hands