A Killing Kind Of Love: A Dark, Standalone Romantic Suspense - Plot & Excerpts
Damn it, he must have heard her crying, or laughing, depending on what memory of Holly came to mind. She brushed at her damp cheeks, oddly embarrassed, as if she’d been caught playing in her mother’s jewel box. “You’re not here to talk about what Sebastian said, are you?” She hoped her expression told him that if that were his plan, he’d be wasting his time. “Sebastian was upset. We all are.” She lifted her chin. “Besides, there’s nothing I can tell you.” “And very little I can’t find out for myself. But, no, I’m not here to talk about your friend. I’ll wait on that.” He stepped into the open doorway and gestured with his chin to the two dolls that Camryn, who sat cross-legged in the middle of Holly’s old room, held in her hands. “That’s what she wanted you to have?” “Yes.” Camryn, relieved at not having to deal with Sebastian’s strange and grossly ill-timed outburst, turned back to memory lane—a more comfortable place than the one Sebastian had created with his insane accusations.
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