Jeb dragged a protesting Anita toward a rapidly approaching sheriff’s
four-wheel drive. Blood dribbled through her fingers covering a gunshot
wound on her arm. “Lady, I’ve never raised a hand to a woman in my life,
but you are sorely testing my limits.”

Chloe sympathized. If there was one thing she hated it was a
condescending psycho bitch with bad taste in sweaters.

Auteur: Fiona Archer