Danielle

47%
Flag icon
His gaze drifted up; his lips twisted into a smug smirk. “What?” “Just thinking how you rag on my ties, but you got a pink unicorn in your hair.” “I—crap!” She reached up, dragged it out. “Not on purpose. Yours is deliberate.” Because she couldn’t just ditch it, she stuffed the clip in her pocket and tried to stride out with dignity.
Leverage in Death (In Death, #47)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview