Chapter Thirty
Michaela
Should’ve expected Lincoln to be a TV cuddler. He was never in a hurry to get up after s*x. Yeah, he was comfortable to lean on, with enough muscle to pad his bones.
At least he wasn’t trying to hold me—so far. When I cried? Or while I caught my breath? Okay. But snuggling on the couch was too coupley and that wasn’t what we were.
I preferred murder mysteries with humor if I had to watch them, but this flick was pretty engaging. The heroine was proactive despite her vulnerabilities and I could admire her commitment as the only witness to seek justice for her dead neighbor.
The heroine had her first intense scene with the detective on the case. They kissed. s****l tension, yup. They were both attractive actors.
Whoa.
WhoaThese characters weren’t stopping at ki
