Oozing testosterone and hostility, Sam stared down the two thugs, and bared his teeth in a snarl.
To prevent a reckless act, one which might well be Sam’s last, Katie did what any fast-thinking woman in her position would do. She came from behind and, aiming for his waistline, wrapped both arms around his middle. Her fingers landed on an interesting bulge beneath his zipper.
Flustered, she barked out an order. “I’ll handle this.”
He released a ragged breath. “You’re already handling things real nice, Cupcake.”
Duh! She’d misjudged the position of his waistline by a good eight inches. Came from being vertically-challenged.
This excerpt is from COLD FEET FEVER, a romantic mystery with heart, humor, and heat.
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