Page 3 of King

His gaze raked over her.She had rosy cheeks, blue eyes with a hint of fire, and a mouth that sent arousal surging through his blood.Even though she was beautiful, King knew better than to get distracted by lust while there was danger all around them.But damn, it was hard not to when there was a little spitfire facing off with him.

Some of her long hair had come loose.She brushed it back from her face and then slammed her hands on her hips.King watched her size him up.He was a big man, and he probably looked like Paul Bunyan in his work gear of old blue jeans, heavy boots, and a flannel shirt.His reddish-brown hair was longer than he usually wore it, but then so was his beard.The only thing missing from his typical uniform was his leather tool belt.

“You’ve got some nerve putting your hands on me!I could have you arrested for assault!”

He arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms, noting how she looked at his muscles straining against his rolled-up sleeves.“Really?And yet you’re the one trespassing on private property.”

Hands still on her shapely hips, she faced King with a fierce glower.“You laid your hands on me, so I think that trumps trespassing.”

“I only put my hands on you to keep your headstrong self from getting hurt,” King said as he tried but failed to keep his eyes off her heaving tits.They were spectacular.“Trust me, if I were trying to grope you, you’d know it.”

She snorted in response.But before either one of them could say anything else, Cramer emerged from the woods holding a squirming, muddy canine in his arms.It was then that King noticed the chainsaws had stopped buzzing.

“What the hell is that?”he asked gruffly.

“It looks like a dog,” Cramer answered with a smirk.His questioning gaze shot back and forth between King and Mia.

Mia huffed and went over to him and took the pup in her arms.

“More like an oversized rat,” King commented with a hint of amusement while still glaring at Mia.

“She’s a chihuahua,” Mia said without turning around.She continued walking away.

“Where do you think you’re headed off to?”King said sternly.“We’ll give you a ride home.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.I don’t need a ride home.It’s not far.”

King could hear the stubbornness in her tone.He frowned and watched the sway of her curvy ass for a minute, feeling his pants tighten.Hell.She was full of sass and covered in mud and he was getting a hard-on.

Great.Just fucking great.His body reminded him that he hadn’t gotten laid in a while.

The gentleman in him wouldn’t let her walk home.Cramer cleared his throat, a smirk on his face revealing that he had noticed King’s predicament.King gave him a glare and returned his gaze to Mia.She was picking her way through the muck and mire as if she weren’t already covered in it, holding on to her tiny dog as if it was her prized possession.

Hell, maybe it was.His ex had a purebred French-mini-Bulldog that had cost a small fortune—his money, mind you—that she’d got in the divorce, and she treated the damn thing like a queen.

He pressed his lips when Mia stumbled and nearly fell.

“Mia!”She would know now that King had recognized her.

Did she remember him?

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