Series: Magical Forces #2 (can be read as a standalone)
Publication Date: April 15, 2016
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Tessa owed her big time, and if she didn’t pay up the next time she wanted help ratting her hair she was going to get help alright. Of all the things her friend asked her to do, bring lunch to Pete, of all people…she didn’t know whether she wanted to jump him or kill him from one moment to the next.
Annabeth still hadn’t forgiven him for dunking her in the river a few months back when he, Ryan, J.T. and Newt had helped rescue them from a demon, which had been lead by a group of witch hunters. She had been mad at Pete for snapping one of the asshole’s neck right in front of her, ending his existence permanently. After she had time to think about it, she understood Billy would never have made amends for his actions and was destined to repeat them over and over again. But when the big, tattooed, terrific-smelling Pete dumped her into the river, well that was the last straw.
Now here she stood, glaring down, wanting nothing more than to smack him over the head with the basket of food she’d brought as a favor to Tessa.
“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? You’re just a regular ole carpenter bee this time round, aren’t you.”
She knew she was being a bitch, but just couldn’t seem to help herself. He was a pushy, arrogant, self-centered alpha male. Top it with looks to make your mouth water, a chest a mile wide she’d love to trace with her tongue.
“Here’s your lunch.” She all but threw it at him. The slight grunt that came from him when it hit his chest wiped the smug know-it-all look off his face. Until he started going through the basket, pulling out the food. She’d never heard a man make such happy noises like he was.
“Thank ye kindly, little witch.” Squinting up at her, he popped a grape into his mouth. She couldn’t help but notice the way his full lips moved. Gods, what was wrong with her? This man was arrogant. Despite being covered in sexy tan skin, which only made her want to touch every inch and then some, Pete had a knack of saying smart assed remarks to pissed her off and make her want to smack him.
“Don’t know how it is you sweet talked Tessa into feeding you. She has enough on her plate. Just be happy I was in the neighborhood or you’d be starving.” Any normal man would thank you, but no, not Pete; he just kept shoving food into his mouth.
“I didn’t mean to put anyone out. Tessa knows she doesn’t have to bring me food every day.” He gave her one of his slow winks. “Just every other day. Course, if it was you bringing my poor hapless stomach food, I’d expect twice a day.”
She snorted. The man was incorrigible.
“You’d starve then, because there is no way I’d bring you anything.” Hands on her hips she wondered why she was even arguing with him. There were things she needed to finish today and standing here trading barbs with him was not on her list.
“You’re breaking my heart, sweetness. You really are. Denying a man the pleasure of food is a felony.” He nodded his head as if what he was saying was the god’s honest truth. “To say your beautiful self wouldn’t bring me food, well now I’m truly hurt.” He was in full charm mode. The honey-coated words flowing from his mouth would more than cover the homemade roll he was chewing on.
“Aww, well then maybe I should do something to ease your pain.” The hungry look in his eye made her heart beat faster, but she knew the type and wanted nothing to do with him. To drill that idea home, she snapped her fingers and a pail of water spilled over his head and his lunch. “Feel better? Wouldn’t want you to have heat stroke would we?” She snagged one of the dill pickles from the basket and started laughing.
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