Part of me already knew he was right. Which irritated the hell out of me.
“Temporarily.” I muttered eventually.
“Good. Less likely someone puts a buller through her window at the clubhouse.” Saint said pushing away from the counter.
“You are horrifyingly casual about that sentence.” I said staring at him.
“Occupational hazard.” He said repeating my own words.
The clubhouse reaction to me moving in went about as smoothly as expected.
Meaning absolutely f*****g terrible. By the time Knox carried my duffle bag upstairs the next afternoon and every trump in Devil’s Hollow looked ready to riot.
Kiki opened glared from the bar while another brunette whispered loudly enough for me to hear.
“She really thinks she belongs here.” Kiki said.
“You really think anyone asked your opini
