Аннотация
L.A. Witt
Nine-tenths of the Law
Without Nichola,
neither this book nor my writing career would exist.
Chapter One
Not thirty seconds after my boyfriend left our booth to get another round of drinks, someone else took his place.
The stranger was broad-shouldered, dark-eyed, and didn’t look at all happy. He glared at me and, although he didn’t speak, the twin creases between his slightly downturned eyebrows were enough to unsettle me. The blue neon sign in the window beside the booth cast sharp, angry shadows beneath his eyes and his jaw. A goatee framed lips that were tightened into a thin, straight line, the kind of line that threatened to curl into a snarl at any second.
I cleared my throat. “Can I help you?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
I raised my eyebrows. “Um, okay, I-”
He cut me off. “I believe you have something of mine, Zach.”
My blood turned cold. I could have brushed this off as a case of mistaken identity...
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