Chapter 92. Allies in New York

“Well, I’ll go back to my job. I’ll try to spend every moment like it’s my last. I’ll get that dog I’ve always wanted, and if my landlady still insists that I can’t keep pets, then I’ll move out. I’ll try not to restrict myself from the things I love.”

She had a wistful look in her eyes as she spoke of having a dog, and Carlos had to remind himself of what he’d gone through the last time he’d fallen for the look on her face.

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Fiona had to stop herself from thinking about the Leopard Seal’s eyes, or his damned silky hair, or his arms. It was late at night, and he was without his gloves for the first time in front of her. His hands were long and well-structured. They were hands that took lives and caused hurt, and she couldn’t help thinking about what those hands might feel like on—. She suffocated that thought while it was still young.

Her fascination with his hands made sure that she simply couldn’t miss the lines that stood raised and stark white against