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In his place sat the cutest bloodhound, perched on the ground, his tongue wagging out the side of his mouth
Penelope inhaled sharply as her lungs were desperate for air On the end table, she noticed her cell phone and the little light beeping blue She grabbed her phone, and slid down the headboard to land back onto the bed Then she did what any sane wo to God this was some terrible dream and soon she’d wake up
Though when she unlocked her phone and saw the textelse but real life Messy was kinda her thing In her dreams, she was so quiet and reserved, but in the real world, not so much
Even though she knew the text est Carter sister, Maisie, and would likely suck, she opened the ed
You better be dead Okay, no, I hope you’re not dead, but if you are alive, Clara is going to kill you Please text Everyone is worried about where you are
“Shit,” Penelope breathed, under her tent of peace that she never wanted to leave She tried, like really, really tried not worry her fa to fix her snafu, she texted back: I’ everyone My phone died Someti discussions she didn’t want to have I’ll be ho her pie
Pie fixed everything in the Carter household Especially apple
A creak of the floorboards, and Penelope froze
“Not a very good hiding spot,” Darryl said, amusement heavy in his low—ridiculously seductive—voice
Penelope considered what he’d do if she didn’t come out Would he just leave? Then could she sneak out?
Dammit, he was a cop He’d wait her out
She slowly lowered the blanket, finding hiainst the doorframe, arms folded across his wide chest and black T-shirt Sweet Jesus He looked even sexier this ed on a wilderness advertisene that made women rip their panties off and throw them at him And, like every elusive wilderness adventure hero, his expression was one hundred percent unreadable
“Sorry about the cat,” he said, eventually breaking the silence “He’s an asshole most days”
She snorted a laugh “Really? He seemed so friendly”
The side of his sculpted lips, that she recalled seemed to be made for hot kisses, curved up Damn She was in so much trouble She cleared her throat and dared to ask, “What happened last night?”