Fold and Die (Jordan Lacey Mysteries Book 8)

by Stella Whitelaw

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘I want an invitation to your house-warming party,’ she said.

  I knew, without looking, that James was standing behind me. There was the essence of the man that enveloped my skin. It was a feeling that I never wanted to lose.

  ‘I’ll make sure you get one,’ said James, answering for me.

  I didn’t mind James answering for me as his arm was round my waist. Quite possessively, I thought.