by L. Wilder
“This would be it. I live on the top floor.”
“Of course you do.” She cleared her throat as she reached for her purse. “Where will I be staying?”
“I’ve got a spare room at my place.”
“Your place?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“I figured it would be the easiest thing for now.”
“Oh… okay.” Her voice trailed off as she opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. “I’ll go grab my bags.”
“I’ll send someone down to get them later.”
“Um… okay.” Again, her voiced sounded strained, less self-assured than I’d become accustomed to.
“Something wrong?”
“No. Everything’s fine.” She closed the door and started walking towards the front door. Something was wrong. I could hear it in her voice, but from the way she had just bolted towards the front door, I knew she didn’t want to talk about it, at least not yet.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Excerpt from “Damaged Goods”
