Chapter Nine
Kim Medhurst
“You’re right,” Kim replied, not bothering to step out of Joshua’s embrace. Why would she? Being held felt good, and she liked him—more than she cared to admit. He smelt good, too—of sandalwood and something citrusy. “We are The f*****g Dreadnoughts! Well, the three of us are, anyway. I’ve still no idea what Chastain and Smith have to say on the matter.”
He gave a soft smile. “I think ye do have an idea, really. Chastain’s on his way up here now, and Smith was right there in the thick of things in London, wasnae he? And they say actions speak louder than words. Neither o’ those two ever shied away from a fight, let me tell ye. I dinnae think they’re going tae start now.”
She wrinkled her nose, despite knowing Joshua was probably right. “But it’s not their figh
