The Christmas Clue

She shrugged and kept working on the bandage. “Too late.”

“It’s never too late. Let me tell you something about me. I don’t play well with others. I do mainly solo assignments because that’s the way I like it.”

“Keep talking,” she insisted. “Because this is going to hurt, and I’d rather you have your mind on something else when I do this—”

Without further warning, she doused his wound with antiseptic. And she was right.

It. Frickin’. Hurt.

Matt barely muffled a groan.

“Besides, faith is sort of a moot point,” she continued. “I have to trust you.”

Hell. Now they were onto trust. What next? Fuzzy teddy bears and air kisses?

Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.

Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.