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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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The weary air of boredom vanished from his face. His gaze narrowed at the challenge in her voice. She thought she saw a flash of something in his eyes, maybe laughter? Too fleeting to know, because it was gone and he was leaping into the air, his head thrown back as he roared, teeth bared, causing Sarah to jump slightly. What the hell? Who does that? she thought, more than a little annoyed that he had managed to startle her. But apparently, he wasn’t finished with his little display. When Talford’s feet hit the ground, he started pounding them on the floor as if he were a Samoan readying himself for battle. His fists thumped hard against his bare chest, as if it were a drum. The man was still roaring. Of course. She rolled her eyes and kept a slightly bored expression pasted on her face. Although, with his wild mane of wet hair, he did look rather impressive in a messed-up way. Sort of like a lion daring the sun to rise. His penis thwacking from side to side.

Sarah felt an unexpected urge to laugh bubbling up, but she stuffed it down. Didn’t want him to think she was condoning this type of disreputable behavior. She had a feeling he was hoping she would shriek in maidenly vapors and scamper to her car as if the demons of hell were snapping at her heels. The two women’s heads in the doorway had vanished fast enough.

“Yeah. I get it,” Sarah said, keeping her voice dry as unbuttered toast. “You’ve got a penis. Eek.” She threw up her hands, then dropped them, and leaned in as if divulging a confidential secret. “Hate to break it to you, buddy, but so does forty-nine point two percent of the population.”

Instead of getting pissed off at her smart mouth, the contrary man grinned at her as if she had pleased him mightily. Laughter sparkled like flecks of gold in his amber eyes. Jerk. She straightened and took a firm grip on the handle of her suitcase. “Now, if you would please direct me to my room, it would be much appreciated.”

6

“I’m sorry. Her face doesn’t ring a bell.” The woman, Zelia Thompson-Conaghan, gathered the photos of Sarah that he had given her, slipped them into the eight-by-ten manila envelope, and handed the packet back to him. “Wish I could be more help.” It was only then that she looked at him. The expression on her face was pleasant, but she didn’t fool him. Not one bit.