“His expression was strained. "I'm trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble." "I thought Wildstone was safe." "It is. The trouble… — Jill Shalvis Copy Share Image
“I stood watching the warm glow of light pouring through the glass of the front door. stared at my hand as I clutched the frigid knob and wondered if, by opening it, I’d be stepping into a situation that would… — Gretchen de la O Copy Share Image
