At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

foolish.

I need you alive for now.”

“For what?”

“The key.”

Elena kept her face blank.

Rosie laughed softly.

“Oh, sweetheart.

Vincent may think he knows how to keep secrets, but love makes men stupid.

He has been sitting in that booth for two years looking at you like a starving man outside a bakery window.”

Pain moved through Elena.

Rosie saw it and enjoyed continue reading …