Page 159 of Her Last Walk Home

‘I’ll need a shower cap for my wounded head.’

‘That is something I’d pay to see.’ Lottie laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks.

‘It’s not funny.’

‘It is, but you know what? Feck the shower.’

‘I second that.’ He pulled her down on top of him.

She felt the taut lines of his body through his clothes right before she began to take them off him. She didn’t even notice the drip, drip of water from the leaking ceiling. That could wait for another day.

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