“Please.”
She sits and crosses her legs, running her hand through her hair and tossing it over to one side. A hint of apples reaches Nicholas’s nose.
‘Damn it, Nick. Focus.’
“I think we should talk.” She clears her throat as his stomach twists. “I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been avoiding you. I thought I should explain myself.”
He was not expecting this. He waits for her to go on.
“When I first met you, I called you my carrier because that’s what you were to me until I heard Anna call you Pierce. Then one night, when I was in the living room, I heard some guys talking about this man Nick and how he—” She stops, fumbling with her hands.
“He what?” He wants to know where she is going with this.
“How he killed a rat by popping three between his eyes.”
Nicholas closes his eyes briefly
