Trust Me: The Lassiter Group, Book 1 (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
He dragged in a deep breath, bringing his hand to his chest, which ached like someone had nailed him with a sledgehammer. What the hell happened? He frowned, but even concentrating seemed to intensify his colossal headache. They had been driving and… The colored spots exploding across his vision started to clear at the same moment he sensed movement beside him. Something cold and sharp dug into his neck, and he hissed out a breath. His gaze slid left absorbing the dark bruise on Max’s cheek and the trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. Hard eyes stared back at him. Well, he’d obviously been out long enough for her to find the key to her cuffs in his pocket, but how long had that been exactly? And where was his gun? He didn’t need to look down to known it wasn’t on him. Had she already removed it? Or had it been dislodged on impact? “Who are you?” He might have laughed at the unexpected one-eighty his life had just taken—both figuratively and literally—if not for the cold metal sinking a little deeper into his neck for every second he didn’t answer.
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