“Keep calling me ‘doll’, the day might come a little quicker than expected.”
Poetic justice, almost.
“She’s hunting, but if you stick around the house, you can meet her when she’s home.”
“I won’t hesitate to rip your head off, pervert,” she insists, though she can’t quite keep from smiling. Damn it. Damn him.
“She’s blonde. That’s about it.”