Without thinking, he placed his hand over hers, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through him. You’ve got a pretty good handle on it, I’d say.”
Ava chuckled. She watched the camera as if it were a lover, her eyes full of a fake desire. She had a short platinum bob and wore a leather mini skirt with combat boots, black eyeliner winged to perfection. “Last thing we need is a raccoon—or a squatter—making themselves at home.”
They both chuckled lightly, the tension easing a little as the car sped through the quiet streets. Our reputation will be ruined!”
Sommer rolled her eyes, her frustration barely concealed. Max was quick to follow without a word, like he understood the unspoken contract. “Hi, I’m Sommer Ray,” she began, her voice a forced purr. “Imagine you are in my bedroom,” she whispered, her voice husky.
