I nearly swallow my tongue when Cash pops up from behind the bar. “You must be Olivia.”
“Holy mother of hell!” I say, grabbing my chest to still my racing heart.
He laughs. “With a mouth like that, you’ll fit right in here.”
If I weren’t so surprised, I’d probably take exception to that comment. Instead, I laugh.
“You bring out the worst in me. What can I say?

Author: M. Leighton

I nearly swallow my tongue when Cash pops up from behind the bar. “You must be Olivia.”<br />“Holy mother of hell!” I say, grabbing my chest to still my racing heart.<br />He laughs. “With a mouth like that, you’ll fit right in here.”<br />If I weren’t so surprised, I’d probably take exception to that comment. Instead, I laugh.<br />“You bring out the worst in me. What can I say? - M. Leighton




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