Evil Enemy (Saint View Strip, #1)

by Elle Thorpe

I wrapped my arms around her smaller body and held her tight, as if she were a lifeboat in a stormy sea.

“Let’s just say that while you have the ability to take away my headaches, you’re also the cause of some of them.”

“You like the idea of everyone knowing?” “Fuck, yes,” he growled. “I want everyone knowing you’re my girl.”