Haven smirked, leaned back against the headboard, and put his hand over his heart. “You did the seducing, sweetheart.” Pleased to be alive, Char supposed that letting him revel in his prowess wasn’t too much of a price to pay. His chest was bare and fuzzy. Scarred in places, as well. Then there was the tattoo, a sharp, angular black design that stretched from his shoulder all the way down his left arm. The overall effect of his appearance was barbaric, to say the least. He looked every inch the ex-con, and there were a great many square inches of him visible all the way up from where the sheet barely covered his hips. “Nice place,” he said, looking around the bedroom while she looked at him. “Thought you said you’re based in Portland.” “Not my place,” Char told him. “Belongs to an old boyfriend. He’s out of town. I’ve still got a key.” “Old boyfriend, eh?” He finally looked at her. “You don’t seem like the old-boyfriend type. You seem like a keeper type.”
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