CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kiss Curl“I’m not a feeble woman.” Kit cleared her throat and brushed at her clothes with her fingers.
“I didn’t say you were.” Jackson tilted his head to observe her. “Stop doing that.”
Kit sniffed. “I wasn’t afraid of the body and I didn’t get lost in a cardboard maze.” The denial helped to stiffen her spine. She wiped her nose with the back of her wrist and noticed the hands on her watch. “Oh, no! Raj! I need to get back to the shop!”
Jackson winced. He maintained a firm grip on her elbows before shouting over a new cacophony of sirens which robbed Kit of the ability to think straight. “Just wait!” he mouthed, adding, “Please.” He checked on Debbie and returned to Kit, shaking his head. She blocked out the view of Debbie’s sprawled legs in her peripheral vision and
