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Which brought her to back to here … and now. She sucked in a long, shaky breath, and then froze as she heard a low, chilling sound in the shadows, the growl of a large dog. As hot, moist breath assaulted her, Lesa lifted her hands in self-defense, not knowing what to expect. Dima was part German Shepherd and part who-knew-what. She was white, with touches of black and brown, and despite her forbidding size and looks, very friendly to people she knew.
The office Lesa had shared, for two short weeks. Or at least I would be, if—oh, never mind. Let me out of here. I have to get going. With a regretful whine, the big dog backed away, leaving Lesa crouched alone. She held up one hand to shield her eyes from the glare of the big flashlight, doing her best not to give into the humiliation that burned through her all over again.
The flashlight flicked off, and an overhead light sprang on. Swiping her wet face with the end of her sweater sleeve, Lesa peered cautiously around her arm. Peter Vanko stood, one hand on the high wooden bed-rail of his truck, the other holding his flashlight. He filled the narrow space with an expanse of muscle and brawn, encased in faded jeans and a soft, brown corduroy shirt, the tails hanging loose. He regarded her with a dark, indecipherable look on his bearded face, then moved.
She flinched, but he merely bent toward her and held out one hand. Ignoring the large, capable hand still held out to her, she scrambled to her feet. His mouth quirked, in derision or regret. Her cheeks burning even hotter, Lesa looked down as she sidled toward him. His hand, palm up, still barred her way. She hesitated and then dropped the cheap, stamped key into his palm. It glinted in the light, ugly proof of her intent.
His hand closed around it, and he turned away, walking ahead of her toward the lights of the big house across the short walkway. Ice and gravel crunched beneath their feet. She kept her head down as she followed him and the dog up onto the broad, covered porch.
I am soo so pissed I bought this bundle One I do not understand at all how this book got as many stars as it did? Okay, I can look past the disjointed writing. Some of the book flowed while other times it was almost hard to read. First, I am not sure why the author made Lindi seem like she was a size 24 woman.
Cathryn Elizabeth (Cade) Cruitt
Which brought her to back to here … and now. She sucked in a long, shaky breath, and then froze as she heard a low, chilling sound in the shadows, the growl of a large dog. As hot, moist breath assaulted her, Lesa lifted her hands in self-defense, not knowing what to expect. Dima was part German Shepherd and part who-knew-what.