Dar jumped back from the spray of the water hose. Jocelyn had been ordering him around all morning, asking him to rearrange plants and flowers, and reposition furniture on the front porch. She acted like she owned the place. “I’m not acting like a drill sergeant, Dar. I just think your sister would appreciate a woman’s touch around here.” And damn, she was all woman, all right. With one of his t-shirts tied in a knot beneath her bare breasts and his shorts hanging to just shy of her knees, she looked like a forties pin-up girl. Her silky, dark hair fell over one shoulder in a ponytail, her tiny feet, bare. The bruises had faded to reveal more of her jaw-dropping beauty. He couldn’t quit looking at her. Thus, the reason she kept squirting him. “Are you staring at me again?” Technically, he wasn’t staring. He was daydreaming about making love to her last night.
What do You think about Agent T3: D'Artagnan (Superhero Romance) (The D.I.R.E. Agency)?
