Chapter 65 Heat

• I gently pushed the door open only to find freaking Hollis flicking off the water. My gaze slid to his hands, watching as blood swirled off of them and into the sink, getting diluted to pink before it slid down the drain.
• He must have seen a movement in the mirror or simply sensed me there because his head turned toward me, eyes dark and intense.
• "Good girl," he said, nodding at the gun pointed at him. "You do what you gotta do," he added, looking back down at his hands as he scrubbed at the blood.