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With that, I rolled off her, biting back any corabbed her crumpled shirt for cover Too little, too late—I’d already seen everything she had to offer

She disappeared into an attached bathroom that looked like a newer addition to the house I suspected her dad had put it in for her Tinker had always been his angel, so-terht she was the shit, and I tended to agree

None of theh

Frowning at the thought, I studied her rooe years, thank fuck She had a queen-size bed—king would be better, but we could deal with that later—and a nice-enough little bedrooirly, it wasn’t so bad that it gave , and I wondered how she’d decorated her place in Seattle

Fuck me Seattle Her ex lived there The prosecutor Cocksucker Had to hate him on two fronts—not only had he hurt Tinker, hypocritical fucker was dirty as hell Sooner or later we’d figure out all his secrets Then I’d hold theive Tinker whatever she needed

Pity

I’d rather beat the shit out of hi run I heard the toilet flush, followed by the sink A , silky robe of hers The fabric was so thin that it covered a hell of a lot less than she probably realized, so out to her anytime soon

“So,” she said, staring at ed across her bed, arht about it and I don’t think we need to talk My business is my own”

“Your business is ently

“How do you figure?”

“I’ up to pat the spot next to me on the bed “Come have a seat and tell me what happened I don’t know the details, but I know damned here stretch marks come from From the way you reacted to my lie—and yeah, I’m an asshole, et cetera, we can talk about that later—the story doesn’t end happy Tell me what happened I need to know”

She ca down at the foot of it, well out of

“I’ll tell you once,” she said “Then we’re never talking about it again Agreed?”

“No,” I said, and she frowned

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I proain,” I said bluntly “Seeing as I don’t knohat you’re about to say, I don’t see how I can agree to never talk about it again Maybe we’ll need to talk about it”