Burning Desire: A Tale of Love and Betrayal
but Kimberly either didn’t hear or pretended not to.
Blackwood followed us in, his gaze sweeping over her with that same measured sharpness. He didn’t sit, he leaned against the wall near the door, arms crossed like he was there on security duty.
“So,” I said, closing the door, “what are you doing here, Kim?”
She flopped onto my couch, crossing her legs with the grace of someone posing for an invisible camera. “Oh, you know… thought I’d check in on my favorite sister.”
“Half-sister,” I corrected automatically.
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