Still she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t nearly as safe hiding out here as she thought she was.
Seriously? Pizza and beer? Forget his feet. There was a lot to work with here. “Thomas L. Purdue. You’re about to make me swoon.” She picked up the beer and drank. Then took another bite of pizza, closed her eyes and savored.
Was that a hint sympathy she saw in his eyes? Work it, said that desperate little voice inside Hallie’s head. And be nice even if it kills you.
The most important lesson I’ve learned is it’s okay to read a bestseller every now and again.