Kaylie automatically reached up to steady herself, and her hands pressed up against the soft material of the dark green Henley covering his chest. The action caused the two bags of food, now on her elbow, to swing forward and hit Dean square in the groin. He let out a pained “oomph” and took two hasty steps back. “Oh my God,” Kaylie exclaimed. “I’m so sorry.” “You are too dangerous to be let out,” he growled at her, raking her from head to toe in a blatant, heated glance before his normal expression of mild interest slammed into place. At the deliberate shift in his emotion, she felt a spurt of anger. If he wouldn’t allow himself to even attempt a more intimate relationship with her, well then, screw him. Yeah. It was contrary to what she thought only minutes before, but she was a female. She was entitled to change her mind. “It was an accident you … baboon.” He blinked. “Baboon?” Yes, the word might seem childish, especially in light of her efforts to drop her juvenile betting ways, but she’d also been trying to minimize her cursing, and curb her temper.
