The room was dark, the curtains pulled closed. She wet her lips, wondering how long she'd been asleep. She turned her head and flicked her eyes to the end of the bed. A man sat there, in the chair in the corner. He was watching her, slouched low in the seat, his long legs crossed in front of him....
For the last hour, he'd wavered between seething with rage and chuckling in amusement. He had never been stood up in his life. The situation was almost ridiculous. This was what he was reduced to, he thought. Stalking. Hiding in the shadows. He checked his watch. 10:00 p.m. He hadn't heard from h...
he muttered under his breath, but he couldn't stop a smile from spreading over his face as she finally reached them. “It's okay, Viv,” she said, and the baby man-killer sauntered off, glancing back at them over her shoulder. “What the hell are you doing here?” she said, he...