Vincent: Her Warlock Protector book 5
“As the taxi drove off, he also took note of the Porsche being gone. Though his shirt was glued to his back, and his trousers ought to be dumped in the trash, he needed to see Amanda.
In spite of the cold, his palms were covered in a nervous sweat. She had to have seen what happened, and she was obviously upset. His slick palm slid against the cold metal of the door pull as several pairs of eyes under rollers, hair dryers, and plastic caps stared at the spectacle of Vincent Harcourt, Magus Corps Captain.
"Well, someone had their Wheaties this morning,” Aimee said.
But seeing the shiner around Vincent's left eye, Aimee nearly shouted, pointing a hair-pick at him.
"Police brutality! I blow an attorney who can help with that." Amanda came out of the back, mouth dropping open at the sight of a sweat covered Vincent. She held a small bin of pink rollers that she nearly dropped.
"What in the hell were you thinking?" she asked, her voice strained.
"It's a long story,” he said, trying to keep ...his voice level.MoreLess
In spite of the cold, his palms were covered in a nervous sweat. She had to have seen what happened, and she was obviously upset. His slick palm slid against the cold metal of the door pull as several pairs of eyes under rollers, hair dryers, and plastic caps stared at the spectacle of Vincent Harcourt, Magus Corps Captain.
"Well, someone had their Wheaties this morning,” Aimee said.
But seeing the shiner around Vincent's left eye, Aimee nearly shouted, pointing a hair-pick at him.
"Police brutality! I blow an attorney who can help with that." Amanda came out of the back, mouth dropping open at the sight of a sweat covered Vincent. She held a small bin of pink rollers that she nearly dropped.
"What in the hell were you thinking?" she asked, her voice strained.
"It's a long story,” he said, trying to keep ...his voice level.MoreLess
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