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387 pages, Hardcover
First published June 17, 2011
He wasn't even her type.
She had been so stupid.
One mistake so many years ago.
One terrible, stupid mistake.
"I changed my mind."
"It's slang for 'cunt'." She laughed.
"Why, Will, are you calling me a cunt?"
If only she knew how many times he'd been tempted.
Will didn't look up. Instead, he took her hand. His fingers laced through hers.
This was their dance.
Anger.
Fear.
Violence.
Never compassion.
Never kindness.
His breath caught when her hand slipped inside his shirt. Her fingers brushed over his chest, down his belly. She didn't flinch. Instead she put her forehead to his, looked him in the eye ...
Sara felt her mouth open in surprise. She was just as guilty as the rest of them. She had been so desperate for Will to fight for her that it had never occurred to her that Will was waiting for Sara to fight for him.
"They said the razor cut so deep that he scraped the bone." She smiled, as if this was a happy memory.
"He did that for me, bitch. You think he'd do that for you?"
Faith pumped the shotgun with one hand as she walked toward the carport. The action made a satisfying tha-thunk that echoed against the concrete. In a single fluid motion, the stock was against her shoulder, the barrel straight in front of her. She kicked open the door, holding the weapon steady as she yelled "POLICE!""
"What did Evelyn tell you?"
"The truth, I hope."
"I'm sure it was buried in there somewhere."
"I think she told me what I need to know."
"She said you were proud of me."
"Well, that doesn't sound like me at all."
"No."