" Perhaps it was time she was reminded of just how female she was. He leaned in toward her, not stopping until they shared the shade of his Stetson. “Never fear, Dr. Tate. Fragile or not, there’s one thing I’m clear on. You are made of very real, very soft, very delectable womanly flesh. And you can be assured, I’m not likely to forget about it anytime soon.” Lips parting, she stumbled back a step. If she wasn’t holding the baby, he’d have let her fall on that pretty little backside of hers. That would also accomplish his purpose and she’d see he was right. "

― Deeanne Gist , Fair Play (It Happened at the Fair, #2)