Dred, obviously the larger of the two, had him at a disadvantage. But Lennon didn’t look overly concerned. In fact, Jordan was grinning, even after Dred had punched Lennon in the stomach.The room emptied quickly, leaving her clutching the blanket to her chest as she decided how to make her excuse...
Harper looked up to see Drea glaring at Cujo. The swirl of pink, red, and orange lights in the nightclub flashing across her face did nothing to hide the menacing look she was giving him. Cujo leaned forward. “It’s not your seat, shortcake. I’m just hanging with Harper.” “What? I’m not allowed to...
Reid asked, a pinched look on his face. “This coming from the man who drives a racing bike like the hounds of hell are on his heels,” Lia answered, but took a look at the speedometer anyway. Whoops. Somehow speed always crept up on her. They were both on edge as Lia veered off the bridge and took...