You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag."

I downed a gulp of gin to cover the laugh that forced its way out. God, if I'd thought that once, I'd thought it a thousand times!

She let out an outraged huff. Bones ignored it.

"Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds.

Autore: Jeaniene Frost