The Witch And The Werewolf
The Witch And The Werewolf
He kissed her again, quickly, then set her down and climbed into the truck. With a wave and a wink, he backed out and drove away.
And Mireio sighed one of those satisfied sighs that a girl reserved only for those moments she wanted to cherish. If she wasn’t careful, she could fall in love. And she’d never been the queen of careful. Spontaneous, wild and free were her best attributes.
But what was wrong with the guy forgetting things midsentence? Hmm... Probably she had better not worry about it. She had a tendency to worry beyond the problem. There was no problem. Nope, none at all.
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