He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. "I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you." "What do you mean, trouble?" She sat up, glaring back at him. "I am not trouble! I'm a very nice person except when I have to deal with jerks!" "You're the worst kind of trouble," he snapped. "You're marrying trouble.


Mr. Perfect (ed. Simon and Schuster, 2011) - ISBN: 9781451664621


He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. What do you mean, trouble? ...

He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. What do you mean, trouble? ...

He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. What do you mean, trouble? ...

He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. What do you mean, trouble? ...