Claira’s gaze moved precariously around the small diner, noticing half a dozen people staring at her with mixed emotions on their faces. With her wits returning from the little vacation they had taken while Grey’s tongue was down her throat, she felt her cheeks heat with another flush of embarras...
Finally alone, Thalia worked herself into a sweat, which wasn’t hard to do considering the on again off again fever she was trying to ignore. She’d packed everything that wasn’t nailed down into the cargo sacks she’d found stuffed between the cot and cabin wall. There wasn...