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From the Inside Flap
His gaze took her infrom head to toe, the sardonic tilt of his mouth speaking volumes. He'dbeen expecting a younger version of her mother. Instead, he got tattered jeans and a windblown mane of sable hair--not tight, leather pants andblond, rasta braids extending to her butt. Even her cornflower blue eyes were different than her mother's mysterious brown ones. Poppy was alsotall and curvy whereas Fin was shorter and what she liked to callstreamlined, although some would argue she was built like a boy.
"You're on private property." Her future daddy's words held bite, his muscledarms crossing an impressive chest in order to intimidate. "If you'rehoping for Poppy's autograph, contact her publicist and maybe he'll send you one. Now leave before I call the cops."
Finlaughed. Just couldn't help herself. This one's a real winner. "Hmm, not even married yet and you're already barking orders." She locked theCR-V, and taking a step forward, got in his face. "Get out of my way."
"Damn. I hate dealing with stalkers before my morning coffee."