Black, Scarlett books

Ceasefire

“My God, where have you been?” he said, stopping behind the chair.  “Around,” I answered, playing coy.  “It’s good to see you again.” “You don’t even know, Kim.  Mind if I sit with you?” He remembered my name.  I could’ve fainted.  I tried not to sound too eager.  “Oh, yeah, of course.” Finn lowe...