Chapter 42
- WREN
- “THANK YOU, Mr. Beatty. I’ll see you and Cyril next week.” I waved the older gentleman off, his twelve-year-old beagle hustling beside him. I turned about to go back into the shop when I noticed the town car parked at the curb out in front of my shop. Adrenaline coursed through my veins.
- I shouldn’t be excited about seeing Bane again. I’d planned on turning his offer down, even though Saturday night had been the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my life. I was going to talk to the bank this afternoon about that loan, to get Hawk the money he needed, then concentrate on working my ass off to pay it all back.