“I swear if you say your name I’m outta here. I’ll leave you here with your dick hanging out.” She had bad skin but the kind of face that formed a small constellation of perfections. Sculpted cheekbones. Strong yet graceful curve of jaw. Lips. God…those lips. Fine, dark hair drawn back with a plastic clip. With dusk still minutes away, he saw the battle behind her eyes as she lifted them to his and narrowed her gaze. “I w...