Kat, Chris T. books

The Caveman and the Devil

I demanded as I stood up, already stripping out of my shirt.“But I just put them on,” Noah protested with a mischievous smile on his face.My shirt fluttered to the ground. Quirking an eyebrow, I put my hands on my hips, scrutinizing him. I shrugged, bent down to retrieve my shirt, and said, “Well...