" And things really changed after he read it. Because the woman who’d written it wanted to touch him now. And be touched by him. All over. Whoa.
Who the hell could be sending these things?
Okay, stop. Think. He tried to mentally sort through all the single females at the shower today, but most of Destiny was there, making it pretty impossible to narrow it down. And hell—for all he knew, it could be . . . some smitten ten-year-old girl. Though this was starting to sound like a pretty advanced ten-year-old if that was the case. "

― Toni Blake , Willow Springs (Destiny, #5)