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41 " Trust me, no woman in their right mind would give up the chance to have sex with Logan Gallagher. Ho or no ho. "
― Debbie Mason , Sandpiper Shore (Harmony Harbor, #6)
42 " You’re my dirty little secret,” she said. "
43 " This is the first time I’ve seen a couple use a cake tasting as a form of foreplay. "
44 " When love was meant to be, it was a beautiful thing. "
45 " I need some of your attitude to get me through the day, and there’s nothing like a hog between your legs – "
46 " Don’t think about the past visits. You have cupcakes,” Julia said as if they were a magic cure-all, and then whispered, “Bye.” Before she disconnected, he heard her say in that over-the-top excited voice of hers, “Just my dad. He misses me. No, it’s—”“Happy Thanksgiving, Sheriff Landon. Chief Benson here. You might not remember me but we met last time you were in town.”Aidan was about to disconnect but the chief would probably think the call had dropped and hit redial. Thanks to Julia, Aidan was damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. If he lost his job because of her . . . He made a noncommittal sound into the phone.The chief seemed to buy it. “I just want you to know that you don’t have to worry about your little girl. I’m taking really good care of her.”Okay, how does Benson not get weirded out talking to a guy who is probably just a couple years older than him about his daughter? Aidan frowned. Wait a minute. Julia distinctly told him she wasn’t the chief’s girlfriend. So what was going on here? Maybe Benson didn’t get that no meant no. Aidan cleared his throat, deepened his voice and added what he thought of as Texan swagger. “Don’t you worry none about my daughter. She’s a bit of a thing and young, but she can take care of herself. She doesn’t need another daddy.” The chief didn’t respond. Aidan heard him talking to Julia, but their voices were muffled. And then they were unmuffled, and he clearly heard the chief say, “What do you mean it’s Aidan Gallagher and not your father?”He groaned, feeling like an idiot. He was going to kill her. “Gallagher, is that you?” the chief gritted out. Aidan pressed his forehead against the steering wheel, and the horn blasted, drowning out his yes.“My office tomorrow morning. Nine sharp.”He didn’t get a chance to respond. The line went dead. Seconds later, it came alive. I’ll fix it. I promise. She was lucky she didn’t add a happy face. "
― Debbie Mason , Sugarplum Way (Harmony Harbor, #4)
