" Let me get that,” he offered, grabbing a saddle from her. She found herself staring at his chest again. She only nodded, letting him leave with it, her eyes falling down to see his ass in leather. He’s not my type. He’s not my type. He’s not my type. Repeating it to herself didn’t make the attraction she was feeling go away. "

― Kristen Banet , The Mercenary's Bounty (Age of the Andinna, #2)