To Wrangle A Witch (Southern Sanctuary Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
On bare feet she padded forward to take a seat at the kitchen bench so she could watch him work. “Hey there. You look like you had a good day. I hope you didn’t get too much sun?” “Not possible. And you? How did the lawyering go?” “I continue to reign supreme, my enemies cowering in fear and subjugation at my feet.” He flashed a knee melting grin her way, thank the Earth she was sitting down. Locke held up a cocktail shaker. “Drink?” “Sure.” Locke had just added two olives to her martini when his mobile rang, sliding Serena’s glass over before he pushed the connect button. “Hey Kitten. What’s the news? ........ No I distinctly remember Vaughn telling me Kitten was perfectly acceptable. …….. Ah-huh……… Okay…. No we’re good. Nell came over earlier, clean bill of health. …… Ah-huh. Sure stay safe… Kitten?………What? …. Well I suggest you take that up with your husband. I’m more than happy to revert back to Gigantore… No?
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