A Classic Case (Busybodies Collection, #6)

by Alicia Thompson

He had a bandage around the knuckles of one of his hands, which made her think suddenly of the violence that hands could inflict too.

You say you’ll sleep when you’re dead, but what about when you’re in love?

“Hated you?” He looked genuinely taken aback by that. “Audrey, how could I hate you? You’re the bright spot in my week.”

“You have the right to rent a movie without the guy behind the counter hitting on you,” he said. “I never wanted to make it where you wouldn’t feel comfortable coming back.”