“Where did you learn to do such a sinful thing as that, Colt Avery?”
A small chuckle escaped him as he lifted his hand to push her hair away from her face. “You’ll hate me if I tell ya.”
“I think I hate you for evening knowing. Those whores down at the saloon teach you such a perversion?” He lifted an eyebrow and grinned, her hatred of those whores growing when she realized they too had been on the receiving end of his wicked tongue.
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That and tongue and him are nothing but trouble…and I like it
He is trouble…but the best kind of trouble. hehe