I married a cop. I told you not to. Now he laughed, and kissed her again where her brow had furrowed. And would I listen? I’m damn good at being married to a cop.
J.D. Robb
I married a cop. I told you not to. Now he laughed, and kissed her again where her brow had furrowed. And would I listen? I’m damn good at being married to a cop.