Finley, would you get Beckett something to drink, please?” Beckett caught my less-than-pleasant expression.
“Water will be fine. Not too much ice. Add a slice of lemon.” He reached for my hand and electric currents blazed up my arm. “And don’t spit in it.”
“That’s a lot to remember. You’ll understand if I forget at least one of those commands.

Author: Jenny B. Jones