Unwrapping Mr. Roth (2016)
“Roth CHAPTER TWELVE With his feet still shod, Nick put them up on the new glass coffee table in his apartment’s living room and crossed his legs at the ankles.
He sat very still in the dark with his arms resting along the sofa’s cushion tops.
Everything on him hurt. His brain, his skin, his joints.
His heart.
When he fought, he put everything into it, so the pain was no surprise. His heart, though, hadn’t bruised by some alleyway brawlers, but by a beautiful, perfect, scary little descendant of roughnecks and fortunetellers.
And she was standing right in front of him, swaying a bit from her teleport.
My Gilly Clearing her throat, she pulled her cloak closed—he was pretty sure that was his—and raised her chin in greeting.
He raised his in turn. He was only half surprised to see her, figuring Mother had probably guilt-tripped her into swinging by.
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