‘You got whatever it is bad, girl,’ Holly said, reaching for the broom.
Clover peeked around the kitchen door frame and three men stepped through the front door. One of them she recognised and her stomach twisted on the spot. Her breath pulled in her lungs and for an instant all she could think of was how fantastic his mouth felt kissing hers. Then her lungs began to function and the room came back into focus.
One of the men looked to be a little younger than Liam, the other older. All had the same distinct facial arrangements. Defined jaw, long, straight nose and unruly, light brown hair.
The older man had a small paunch, but otherwise looked to be very fit and lean. His eyes scanned the small area, noting everything in a single glance. Her heart hammered when she saw a slight scowl to
