I wouldnโt want you to get in the shower and then pass out or some such. How about if I help you get out of your clothes? Iโm an expert in platonic undressings.โ He gave me that wicked smile. โGive it a rest. Iโm not going to strip naked in front of you, and Iโd rather pee in private.โ โHalf the injuries in a home happen in the bathroom. What kind of friend would I be to let you face that kind of danger alone? I mean, sure, you walked out of death, but this is a shower.โ โShame. Get out of my bathroom.
Devon MonkAnd it's just a hunt?" Bea asked. "Just tracking the guy down, or are we going to have to do a little covering up of our own?" Had she just told me she was willing to kill someone and cover it up? She gave me a happy smile, but that glint in her eyes told me that, yes, she'd just offered to off someone.
Devon MonkMaybe in the morning, sunlight would to turn him back into a statue; then I could take Stone out to the forest where he could frolic among the ferns, gurgle at streams, and make friends with the other interesting rocks.
Devon Monk... he was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married. Picnic, meet rain.
Devon MonkNight Owls is a fast, fun read that kept me turning the pages. Lauren M. Roy delivers a plot that zips, dialogue that zings, and a cast of characters you'll cheer for to the very end. Thumbs up!
Devon MonkShamus ordered half a cup of house brew. Then he proceeded to fill the cup up the rest of the way with milk and sugar. Lots of sugar. โSure you got enough milk in your sugar?โ I asked as we strolled out of the shop and headed south. He flipped me off. โYou drink your coffee your way, and Iโll drink my coffee the right way.
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