Chapter 600

• Her hand felt soft and small in his when she took it to shake, a little too fragile when dwarfed in his, and he suddenly got the impression he might hurt her. A tense moment of doubt, and he loosened his grip instinctively. Little delicate hands, perfect pastel manicured nails, free from any jewelry. He found himself looking at her hand a little too intensely and let it go abruptly.
• What the fuck, Jake? Seriously? Hand fetish now?
• “Mr. Car—” That voice distracted him again, drawing attention to that mouth. She had a soft, sultry tone to her voice. Huskiness in the depths yet youthful and girlish.