Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

“Tell your man to give me a head start, yeah?” he says, backing away. I frown. “Run fast.” Slowly, his tongue swipes along his bottom lip, and his gaze drifts over me one last time as if committing me to memory. “Bye, princesa.” “Bye, Rio,” I whisper.

“I’m here, little mouse, I’m here,”

“Our mouths are touching the same spot,” she says shakily. “Does that count as kissing?” “You tell me, little mouse. When I make you cry out for God, does that count as praying?”

Heaven isn’t a place you go to when you die, it’s inside the person that’s worth dying for.

“Run, little mouse.”