Evil Enemy (Saint View Strip, #1)

by Elle Thorpe

“Settle down.” My attention snapped to the police officer who had issued the warning. My gaze rolled up his solid chest only to be met with the most beautiful hazel

eyes I’d ever seen. I did a double take, absorbing the details of his face, partially obscured by his cap. A strong jaw covered by a light dusting of dark stubble, and full lips that were currently drawn into a frown. He would have been hot if he weren’t glaring at me.

And when he slapped cuffs on my wrists it was the gentlest arrest I’d ever had.