Old Friends, New Memories
“Nope,” Brandy smiled, “show us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
The look of pure mischief that crossed her face had me shaking in fear. Well, pretend fear. “We heard you are no longer on the market, per se.”
“Nope,” Brandy smiled, “show us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
The look of pure mischief that crossed her face had me shaking in fear. Well, pretend fear. “We heard you are no longer on the market, per se.”
The hand I kept under my pillow to support my head gripped the tangled net that I kept there. I had two more just like it hidden beneath my air mattress just in case. I was ready. I just need to wait for the right opportunity.
That opportunity came when a rough, feverish hand fell to my bare shoulder, gripping it possessively.