Deadlocked (The Harry Russo Diaries Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
I shook my head in irritation, refusing to open my eyes at whatever ungodly hour it happened to be. It certainly didn’t feel like I had been asleep very long after driving home – very cautiously I might add – in Nash’s big-ass truck. The something tickled me again only this time it was on the tip of my nose. I wrinkled my nose and gave my head another shake. A familiar scent nudged at my consciousness. Nash! I continued to play possum, keeping my eyes shut. When the tickle struck again, I whipped out my hand, meaning to capture his in mine, only this time it was his lips tickling me, not his hand, and so I clocked him in the eye by accident. “Ouch!” Nash growled, grabbing my wrist. His body pounced on mine, pressing me into the bed. “Umph!” I grunted, blinking repeatedly as my eyes adjusted to the low light in the room. “What the hell, Nash? Why are you in my bed?” I struggled half-heartedly under his weight, frowning at him.
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