Читать книгу Mr. Predictable - Molly O'Keefe - Страница 6
“You just need to hang loose,” Moriah declared.
Оглавление“Our next hurdle is to get you to do something impulsive, something totally unplanned, unexpected and off schedule.”
“Hey, I can be impulsive if I feel like it,” Jake said, affronted.
“Couldn’t prove it by me, Mr. Predictable,” she teased him. “When was the last time you hauled off and did something totally out of character?”
He frowned pensively.
“Well?” she prompted.
“Don’t rush me. I’m thinking.”
“That’s your problem.”
He suddenly grinned. “You want impulsive do you?”
He leaned over, snatched Moriah off her horse and planted a kiss on her. It wasn’t just a playful little peck on the cheek, either. It was a hot, steamy, burn-off-your-lips kind of kiss that demanded a response.
It was the most spontaneous thing Jake had ever done, and he liked it. A lot…
