Chapter Seven
For not the first time tonight, Pierce wondered if he was just a little crazy. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Walking off into the moonlight with Viviane Veracruz was akin to some kind of turf war and love triangle all rolled into one.
When would he learn his lesson? At least this time, he hadn’t gotten whacked in the head with a two-by-four and landed on train tracks. Yet.
Pierce gave Viviane a sidelong glance as they picked up their pace. She was not what she appeared to be. The clothes that covered her body told the story of a smart, focused, coed. The pursed set of her lips spoke of a no-nonsense, in charge she-wolf. Pierce looked deeper.
The makeup beneath her startling eyes was smudged. He saw the heavy bags there. Her lip-gloss had faded. Or she’d wiped
