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CHAPTER 159: We’ll Take It

Auteur: Lady Sheldon
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-28 18:07:04

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my teeth. The world narrowed to the space between us—his mouth inches from my skin, the faint scent of wool and whiskey, the way his voice had gone rough around the edges like he was fighting the same pull I was.

Then he pulled back and sat properly in the passenger seat again, shoulders easing against the upholstery. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, self-deprecating smile.

“Just kidding.”

My heart was still pounding and I could
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