“He cupped my face between his hands. "Is it because Mac’s good looking to a fault, damned bastard or because I’m a… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Christ, Heather, I know what I look like. And you’re…” His words dropped off lifting a hand towards me and looked away.… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“Are you scared?” He taunted, an amused smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. I raised my chin a fraction. “No. I…just…I… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
