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Loved each and every part of this book. I will definitely recommend this book to romance, romance lovers. Your Rating:. It was his service weapon. Her eyes were to her feet as she stomped through the snow to get to the clearing. As if sensing him, her head shot up and when she saw him, she stopped so abruptly, her body rocked. Chace stared at her. Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck? He said not one word. It was fucking two in the fucking morning in the freezing cold in the middle of nowhere that just happened to be the scene of an ugly, bloody murder.
And she was there. She said not one word either. Her long, sleek hair flowing out from under her cap was a midnight shadow against her light, puffy vest and the scarf wound around her neck. Her face was pale in the moonlight. And, fuck him, he liked her voice. Quiet, melodious, like a fucking song. Yeah, he liked it. A fuck of a lot. Or one of his names. This reminded him he was seriously fucking pissed.
This was because he watched her face flinch at the same time she took a step back. It took her a moment to call it up but she did.
For some reason he was unable to stop himself from being an asshole and he watched as she scrunched her nose, another flinch. This one cute. Really cute. Fuck him. But he was right. No one in town was sorry his wife was dead. Not even, if he dug down deep, Chace. Not even if they just filled her with holes rather than beating her and debasing her before they did it. In another state. Fuck, in another fucking country.
He did want that. And now she was very, very much out of his life. Because of this, he knew she was buying time to come up with a plausible lie.
My name is Faye. He did this because he was surprised. She was pretty, fuck, unbelievably pretty. Thick, straight, long, dark auburn hair with natural red highlights. Hair that shined so much it fucking gleamed. And she had a pretty mouth with full lips that were so pink it looked like they would taste like bubblegum. Or more than he already had. He knew the kid was hiding but finding his spot in the middle of nowhere filled with snow, cold and wild animals, some of which were dangerous, took it to a different level.
He flashed his badge and asked for reports when they had them and this got them a visit from an ER nurse five minutes later. By the time Chace left with Deck to meet the officers at the shed, have a look at it and its surroundings himself, Sondra had arrived and a doctor had come to make his report.
Malachi had apparently cleaned his wounds as best he could with what they were guessing from what they could smell on his sweater, the shampoo Faye had given him. He was in the critical care unit because they still had some concerns that infection had set in and they reported they had minor worries that he might lose his fucking leg and his fucking hands.
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