![]() His wide smile, along with the collar-length blond hair and thick dark lashes framing light blue eyes made him almost too pretty for a man. “Who says my ass needs saving?”ĭink grinned. ![]() Jerking his arm free, he spun around, prepared to take a swing at whatever idiot had interrupted his mini-tirade. Powerful fingers closed around his wrist. He reached overhead, aiming for the Sloan’s Bar and Grill sign over the trash can. “Fucking chicken scratch.” Mac Dugan wadded up yet another lined yellow page covered in pointless doodles, equations and code. His world will nurture us for now, but this man.this one man will be our salvation. There are hardly enough of us left to matter. ![]() He’s very strong-I heard his voice over such a great distance, but I don’t know. Zianne? Is he the one? Is he strong enough? Smart enough?
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