The Secret Service of Tea and Treason (Dangerous Damsels #3)

by India Holton

her bootheels tapping smartly against its wooden floorboards. Alice loved that sound. It made her feel like a capable woman. An intelligent woman. A woman who had this morning made an omelet without it turning into scrambled eggs!

“Reading is not a hobby,” she said. “It is a way of life.”

“Does she call those spikes? Why, they are not even bloodstained.”

“You argued with me. It was inappropriate. Married couples never argue.” “Are you sure about that?” “Of course I am sure,” Alice retorted. “The wife is always right.”

After all, kissing a woman was no different from putting a gun together. If one fit the pieces properly, in the right order, it resulted in an effective bang.

A moment of silence followed, in honor of Daniel’s deceased patience.

“And I don’t get paid enough to kill awesome people. Oh dear, look at you running too fast for me to catch you. And now you’ve disappeared into a maze of alleyways where you’ll never be found. What a terrible shame.”