Jake admired the view as he followed Claire up the stairs. Damn. He needed to keep his thoughts on protecting her, but all he could
Beth lowered her sunglasses. “Well, looky who’s waiting for you.” Claire spotted Jake and sank down in the passenger seat of Beth’s Mini Cooper as
Jake watched the tiny car drive away, Onion’s head sticking out the passenger window. His solar plexus ached as if he’d been sucker-punched by a
“I hope I never set eyes on Jake Warrick again.” Claire flung a disinfectant wipe into the garbage. “Unless it’s to hear him grovel at
The last nail pounded home with a satisfying thud. Claire stepped back and surveyed the plywood-covered front door. She pushed against its rough surface. It
Jake had no clue how he’d ended up as the pizza delivery boy. He’d started off the afternoon as the valiant protector. Now he sat
