“Will you stay out of it?” he clipped. “She’s holdin’ onto me, bud, I’d say I’m in it,” Tate returned.” — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“Oh, do you think I broke his wrist?” Cecily asked, puzzled, as she wrapped her arms around her chest and stared at the writhing form on the floor. “You might have,” Tate returned in a voice like steel. “But I… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
