Teeth clenched, she swiped the light switch next to the door, but all she got was a 'click.'	'Click, click.'	"Ugh," Lindsey moaned. She'd need to flip a breaker, and for that she'd need a flashlight. But that would only fix things if the power was actually on.	"I'm working on that." The deep voice with a drawl came from the dark hallway, and the man that matched it stepped out of the shadows.
Tracy March, Should've Said No
contemporary-romance, small-town-romance