I still hope he’s not a murderer, though, because what a waste of a good-looking guy that would be.
“Dominic considered the problem. “I should punch him.” She looked absolutely thrilled. “Could you?” “Of course I could,” he said, vaguely offended. He held up a hand. Fisted it. “I have hands.” He turned his wrist to examine his fist from multiple angles. It was very satisfactory. “Big ones.” “Yes, you do.” In the dim light, Sylvie’s wide eyes looked more black than hazel. “Huge. I’ve noticed that before.” The last words dropped, low and husky. Sexy. “Have you?” Deep. Gravelly. She nodded solemnly and put her fingers back over his, and they studied the result. “Your hand is quite small,” he had to point out.”
― Battle Royal
― Battle Royal
“Sylvie,” he said. “I need help.” She looked back silently. And her fingers moved to interlock with his.”
― Battle Royal
― Battle Royal
“When is my birthday?”
He stared at me.
“See?”
“March third, Muffin.”
What in the hell?
“See?” he mocked me.
Who was this man and where was the Aiden I knew?
“How old am I?” I kept going hesitantly.
“Twenty-six.”
“How do you know this?” I asked him slowly.
“I pay attention,” The Wall of Winnipeg stated.”
― The Wall of Winnipeg and Me
He stared at me.
“See?”
“March third, Muffin.”
What in the hell?
“See?” he mocked me.
Who was this man and where was the Aiden I knew?
“How old am I?” I kept going hesitantly.
“Twenty-six.”
“How do you know this?” I asked him slowly.
“I pay attention,” The Wall of Winnipeg stated.”
― The Wall of Winnipeg and Me
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