Archer's Lady: Bloodhounds, Book 3 (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
He looked like hell, which was stupid. He’d slept just fine—right up until the moment Grace had slipped from the bed and crept out of the room. His hands clenched convulsively, and he cursed as the top button popped free and skittered across the floor. What did he care if she stayed until morning, anyway? What was he going to do, smile pretty and offer to bring her breakfast? That wasn’t him, even if she did want anyone to know she’d let him touch her, which he doubted. “Fuck it,” he growled. He didn’t need that top button any more than he needed to get mixed up with a pretty grifter posing as a schoolteacher. He stomped down the stairs and found Cecil at the corner table, which held its own pot of coffee and a loaf of bread so fresh from the oven it steamed as the man cut into it. He smiled and nodded to an empty chair. “Have a seat. Enjoy the quiet while the children are still abed.” Archer stifled a yawn and sat. “I’ll probably ride out before that happens.
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