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“You don’t have to keep wincing like that every time you look at me,” she said, smiling as she brought coffee to Tuck, who was seated on her couch.
With his arm stretched along the back, he reached over to take the hot mug from her and was already sipping the liquid by the time she came around to sit down beside him. “You’ve got yourself a shiner,” he said. “Now I understand why you wanted to meet here instead of at the manor. If Rave saw that, he’d track down those guys from Purdy’s and take Maverick along for the ride.”
Guilt softened her voice. “I killed the guy who hit me,” she said.
Sleep had eluded her the previous night. Not because she was worried about Sutcliffe and his men coming to look for her, but because she had put a human being down. She had kille
