Go out and ask her into the alley.โ Clay looked at Jeremy as if heโd just been told to dance the rumba on a public thoroughfare. I bit back a laugh. โJust walk over to her and point at the alley. Maybe sayโฆI donโt knowโฆsomething like โfifty bucks.โ โ I looked at Jeremy. โDoes that sound right? Fifty?โ His brows shot up. โWhy are you asking me?โ โI wasnโtโI just meant, as a generalโฆโ I threw up my hands. โHow am I supposed to know how much a hooker costs?
Kelley ArmstrongHe balled up my discarded sweatshirt and put it against his shoulder. โGo on,โ he said. โI donโt bite.โ โAnd from what I hear, thatโs a good thing.โ He gave a rumbling chuckle. โYeah, it is.โ I leaned against his shoulder.
Kelley ArmstrongI grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.
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