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The easiest fuckin’ promise he’d ever made

She shifted in her sleep, and he saw her nose crinkle in a little flinch He scowled at her shoulder She was sleeping on it

Gentlyher, Michael rolled her to her back, and she moaned in her sleep

He felt that ut and cursed himself

In spite of her wound, Dahlia insisted on feeling hirinned on a groan and fell onto his back She’d talked hi around about six weeks after she’d been shot and he’d given in because she was the hardest woman on the planet to resist

But no sex

That had pissed her off, but it was for her own good There was no way to do it without jarring her shoulder

He rubbed a hand over his eyes It wasn’t easy waiting to be with her again

Feeling the heat gather in his lower spine and cock, Michael forced his thoughts elsewhere

He had to be up for work soon So did Dahlia The height of the season had kicked in now that summer was upon Hartwell, and Dahlia’s shop needed to open Michael kneas best for her to be at work, to get on with life as normally as possible, but he’d also asked her to hire someone to help her out at the shop for a while

A seventeen-year-old artist whose wealthy family owned a summer house in the Glades had ju teaching the girl about , so it was a in

As for Hartwell itself, it was trying to find its feet again Freddie Jackson couldn’this trial As for the Devlins … it looked like those fuckersconfidential infor certain members of the public upon Ian Devlin’s request Devlin had been arrested, but they had to let hirounds of insufficient evidence

The fuck

There was nothing substantial to tie Freddie’s story to Devlin’s He said he panicked when Michael arrived, afraid he would lose everything, and he’d gone to Stu for help He said Stu told him it wouldn’t be a problem anymore, that the cops would find Freddie’s aparth coke to put hi up for the Devlin fa he didn’t knohat Freddie was talking about, laughing all the time, like it was a joke

Freddie lost his temper