Razed by Shiloh Walker

Author:Shiloh Walker [Walker, Shiloh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9780698153974
Google: eu-yAwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2014-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

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Zane eyed the apartment in front of him, still not quite able to make this place fit.

Keelie lived here.

And it didn’t fit.

Zach’s loft—or his old loft—wasn’t exactly luxury, but it was pretty sweet. Yeah, maybe Zane’s little brother still had money from the TV show, but he’d also mentioned that Steel Ink turned a decent profit. Hadn’t the first few years, but most small businesses struggled at first.

It was doing well now, though. Zach talked about it enough, with enough pride in his voice, that he knew the place did well.

Javi made decent money—he was talking about the bike he’d just bought and was working on restoring. He’d had the money to pay half the fee needed to send his daughter on an expensive workshop to DC.

They had a couple of full-time artists and Zach was even talking like he might open a second location in Phoenix.

The place was doing pretty well.

So why was Keelie living somewhere that looked like it was going to fall down around her ears?

This place . . . it didn’t fit. Or rather, it was like she’d made it fit. He frowned as that idea settled itself in his mind. It settled there, took root, and he couldn’t push it aside. Sighing, he climbed out and looked around, eying the car next door, propped on cinderblocks. There was somebody attempting to clean some graffiti off the door and he nodded at Zane. “Hi there.”

“Hey.” Zane smiled as he headed for the door.

Screaming broke out in the other building and from the corner of his eye, Zane saw the man dealing with the graffiti lift his face to the sky, like he was praying for patience.

A second later, the front door flew open. A skinny man—just barely old enough to be called a man—came out, his jeans riding way too low on his hips. On his heels, there was a woman, and when he turned around to glare at her, the woman slapped him. “Is that the fucking best you can do? I give you two fucking kids and you make a lousy two hundred a week?”

Zane looked over.

“Yeah. That’s the best I can do.”

“Why isn’t there any money left now? Where did it all go?” the woman demanded.

“Bills. Water. Electricity. The sitter. My truck,” the guy said, without looking back.

“We don’t need a fucking sitter!”

“We do if you’re drinking when the kids are here.”

The door in front of Zane opened.

He swung his head around and, for a minute, the screaming coming from the other apartment faded away. The spit dried in his mouth and he went still.

Keelie stood there, and if she’d struck him across the head with a two-by-four, it might have had about the same impact. There was a faint smile on her lips—lips painted a dark, lush red. Her eyes were shadowed, dark, made up in a way that complemented both the blue eye and the brown. Her head cocked as she studied him, a fringe of black falling down to frame her face.

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