The Fire (Love in O'Leary #4)

by May Archer

Parker laughed shortly. “Like, if I stay, the investigator is less likely to realize that I lit my bar on fire so I could live out my lifelong dream of fleeing justice to a country without an extradition treaty?” Marlon’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God. Did you really?” Silas huffed out a breath. “Jesus Christ. Of course he fucking didn’t, Marlon. It’s sarcasm.” “Oh.” Marlon frowned at Parker. “So you didn’t burn your bar down?”