Against a Wall (Stonecut County, #2)

by Cate C. Wells

the kind of tone that suggests someone needs to produce one for him toot sweet.

“Do you have any aspirin?” I ask.

Good god you don’t give a blood thinner to someone with a wound that needed a tourniquet

For a second, he looks tharn.

Learned a new word

Why don’t I know anything anymore? I’m pretty sure I used to know it all.