The Dry (Aaron Falk, #1)

by Jane Harper

And that girl Falk had been seeing? Again, surprise. Good, thanks. She was moving in. Luke grinned. “Jesus, watch out for that. Once they’ve got their throw cushions installed on your sofa, you never get them out.”

If he’d known what was going to happen— He cut the thought dead. It was a cry that had come from too many lips since he’d returned to Kiewarra. If I’d known, I would have done things differently. It was too late for that now. Some things had to be lived with.