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" There’s lots of bounty hunters, Laurie, there’s even one on TV. He can delegate ,” she said like Tate worked in an office with a bunch of bounty hunters who got a call then said, “I’ll go,” or “You go,” or “No, you go,” or “Butch is up next, he’ll go. "
― Kristen Ashley , Sweet Dreams (Colorado Mountain, #2)
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" Tate did anything he wanted to and expected me to put up with it or give into it. This was annoying. I was all for Tate being a macho man, badass, bounty-hunting biker because all that was immensely attractive but I’d spent more than ten years being in the control of a man. I wasn’t looking for that kind of thing again no matter what form it came in. That said, as Caroline noted, Brad thought he was all that and wasn’t but Tate was. No man liked a bitchy, nagging, argumentative shrew and, I would guess, definitely not a man like Tate. If I didn’t cool that too maybe I’d turn him off and lose him. "
― Kristen Ashley , Sweet Dreams (Colorado Mountain, #2)
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" Here?” I asked disbelievingly. I watched his face go hard. “Why the fuck not? You need space, babe, I’m on the road half the time. You want a fancy couch, fuckin’ buy it.” “I…” I shook my head. “Um…”“You, um , what?” he shot at me . “What do you need to make this good enough?” “Good enough?” I whispered. He took five long strides to me and they were so fast suddenly his face was all I could see. “Get your damned blinds, buy a fuckin’ couch, recarpet, I don’t care, just unpack your fuckin’ bags,” he growled. “Are you…” My head jerked spasmodically and I tried again. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” “Sharp as a tack, Lauren,” he bit out, one of his barbs that stung. “No,” I whispered as the point of the scene dawned on me, “you’re telling me to move in with you.” “Unpack your… fuckin’… bags,” he clipped. I stared up at him. Then I glared up at him. Then I planted my hands on my hips and leaned in, getting even closer to his face. “You know , Captain,” I whispered in a voice that sounded more like a hiss. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for weeks, weeks, to make it official and move in and you do it like this. "
― Kristen Ashley , Sweet Dreams (Colorado Mountain, #2)
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" difference?” “Sheets are chick territory,” he said without delay. “You gotta use tools, that’s dick territory.” “Oh,” I whispered. “Don’t tread on dick territory,” he advised. “So, um… is a paintbrush a tool?” I asked cautiously. “If you’re paintin’ the side of the house, yeah. If you’re painting mud-colored paint in a room, no.” “It’s terra-cotta,” I said softly. “Whatever,” he muttered, his mouth twitching. “Or, the paint chip called it Mexican Horizon. The blue is Dawn Sky.” “Definitely chick territory,” Tate replied, losing the fight with his grin. “What about… pictures for the walls?” I asked. “Chick,” he answered instantly. "
― Kristen Ashley , Sweet Dreams (Colorado Mountain, #2)
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" So, maybe, if he’d exhausted you, you wouldn’t have had trouble sleeping.” “Exhausted me?” “Yeah, Ace, fucked you so hard you couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but sleep. Exhausted you.” I couldn’t move at that moment. Couldn’t do anything but stare. “You were in my bed, couldn’t sleep, that’s what I’d do,” he told me. "
― Kristen Ashley , Sweet Dreams (Colorado Mountain, #2)
