You know anything about investigative work?Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.
I realized that I'm a child.William looked point-blank at her chest. No.
Did I hurt you in the parking lot?No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car.Great.
She surveyed the carnage behind him. Did you have fun?He showed her his teeth. Yes.
He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill...
You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist.She snarled. Heh.
He glued the chair to my ass.Silence.Is it still...attached?I can't get it off.
Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.
William's eyes glowed like two amber coals. She met his gaze and flinched. No emotion reflected in the amber, only intelligence, cruel in a way the eyes of a hunting Mire cat were cruel. She saw no wo...
You said he was a soldier. You don't suppose...?Oh, Gods. Ignata blinked. You think something could be wrong down there?All of them looked at William, who chose this precise moment to slide the wet sh...
Oh, Gods.His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. The name's William. It's a common mistake.