Dying For Her: A Companion Novel (Dying For A Living Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
As I stood outside my door, the intensity of the silence weighed on me. I’d been down this road before. Silence at a time like this could drive a guy crazy. I put my fists in my pockets and turned back the way I came. It took me seven minutes to get to Blackberry Hill. I must’ve come in with my tail tucked because just one look at me and Peaches harrumphed. He placed two shot glasses on the bar as I slid onto a stool. “Who died?” “Maisie Michaelson,” I said. “She was 6.” His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide. “Fuck.” I nodded because I had nothing to add. What was there to say? Worst case scenario, the Michaelson girl was dead. Best case scenario, she was alive but there were a slew of insurmountable roadblocks between me and her, stretching the distance farther and farther between us. I had Jackson and her magic eyeballs. Maybe that would be enough.
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