Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) Page 7
by York, Marie
The elevator dinged and the door opened. Annabelle rushed out and right to the door. I met her just before she pushed out into the night. And, even though it was against everything I believed, I forced out, “Merry Christmas, Annabelle.”
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Hamilton. I hope you find the peace you’re looking for,” she said, and pushed out into the blistering cold night.
About the Author
Marie York is an American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.
