Dark Currents
“Indeed, she glanced around the room, as if to ensure her father was gone.
“We convinced your old man to leave,” Maldynado said.
Her eyes widened. “You’re the first then.”
She drew a chair close to Books and sat, her knee almost touching his. That faint perfume she wore teased his nostrils, a hint of honey and a bouquet of wildflowers.
An annoying smirk rode Maldynado’s lips.
“Why don’t you go explore the grounds?” Books told him. “Play with the dogs, perhaps.”
“Nah, I’m comfortable here.”
Books glared. Maldynado’s smirk broadened.
Vonsha laid the papers so they rested across her and Books’s knees. Her fingers brushed his thigh, and he gulped, unable to focus on the words on the page. He told himself he was forty-five and far too old to be nervous and flustered around a woman or to need to worry about shifting his jacket to hide— “What’s this?” He draped his arm across his lap and pointed to the page.
Maldynado snickered under his breath.
“Some notes I took the last time I was home,”
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