Dante
“Sit down here,” I instructed Honey firmly when we walked into my study.
I kept it fairly tidy to keep all my affairs in order. I knew where all my important paperwork was, and also everything that could possibly incriminate me.
The sundress swished around her legs as she obeyed, sitting in my leather swivel chair. I caught the scent of her hair as she sat down. For a girl that had been running around all morning, she had no right smelling that nice.
She stared at my bookshelves and my desktop computer, seemingly absorbing everything she could get her eyes on. I need to keep an eye on her. Her curiosity would get her killed if she wasn’t careful.
I opened a drawer on my desk, pulling out a small red bag with my first aid kit inside. I usually never battered up my hands badly e
