Stalked By The Mad Dog Nephew

d out, her heels sinking into the plush carpet. The lights in the apartment were dimmed to a roman

stop

de, the red sole gleaming under the recessed lighting. Avery recognized them immediately. They were the limited edi

weren't too flash

the living room, h

her hand. She was a beautiful woman, in a sharp, predatory way, with dark hair

a white dress sh

ng the curve of her chest. It was Augustus's

of wine, her gaze raking over Avery's damp coat and ti

he title dripping with syrup. "W

focated it instantly. She remembered her wedding night, sitting alone in this very r

very asked, her voice fl

m. He was wearing suit trousers but no shirt. He stopped when he saw Avery, a frown creasing his

thought you'd be babysitting Brandon all

estate," Aver

bottle on the sideboard and poured a refill for Gilda. The disrespect was palpable. He

ass, her hand lingering on his bare arm. Sh

agm to spasm, initiating a dry, hacking cough.

s snapped, rolling his ey

in the rain," Avery wheezed, lo

his hand dismissively toward the hallway. "Go to your room. An

oked at Gilda, offering a weak, apologetic nod

the long hallway to the guest bedroom-the

d closed the door softl

ng stopped

ectly even. She walked to the closet and reached into the lini

. The screen glow

her thumbs moving w

or is secur

hit

sk. A date, two weeks from now, was circled in re

whispered to the empty room