Elizabeth O'Roark

sink into the pillow again. Who the hell sleeps this hard in a complete stranger’s home?

I look up, up, up to find Joshua Bailey, Six’s brother, looming just past his mother like the Shadow of Death, six foot five inches of glowering male.

It’s funny, the way you get what you want and just start wanting something else.

“I promise there’s nothing small or weak about me.”

We wouldn’t have taken it if we didn’t have a case,” Ben says, “and now that you’ve pissed me off, I’m going to devote every available resource to making sure you regret what’s occurred today. When I’m through with Fiducia, they’ll be groveling to the press and restructuring their entire company.”

We wouldn’t have taken it if we didn’t have a case,” Ben says, “and now that you’ve pissed me off, I’m going to devote every available resource to making sure you regret what’s occurred today. When I’m through with Fiducia, they’ll be groveling to the press and restructuring their entire company.”

We wouldn’t have taken it if we didn’t have a case,” Ben says, “and now that you’ve pissed me off, I’m going to devote every available resource to making sure you regret what’s occurred today. When I’m through with Fiducia, they’ll be groveling to the press and restructuring their entire company.”

No chef is ever going to make you happy. And you’d fucking hate breakfast in bed.”

“I should have fucked you then, too,” he says, eyes flashing, “just to see how else surprise makes you yield.”

Ben! Please! I’m sorry! Don’t destroy it!”

There is no response, so I grab my phone and text.

Me: Please. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt my shoe