Chapter 3 - Grisham
I gestured for the woman to sit on the couch, but she took one look at it and shook her head. Yeah, actually I wouldn’t want to sit on it myself. It had a few questionable stains.
“Who are you?” I asked when she neglected to answer my previous question.
“Who are you?” she retorted, her brown eyes flashing. She jutted out her chin, as if trying to look down at me even though I was taller than she was.
She had fire, I’d give her that, but did she have any answers? “You’re the one who came banging on the door.” I appraised her. Was she playing me? Why was she looking for Sage?
“You’re the one who’s in an apartment that doesn’t belong to you,” the woman replied coolly.
Unflappable. I liked that. Most women caved beneath my smile and charm. Well, I hadn’t given her the
