The Last Stand of Charlotte Dodd: Fun, Action Chick Lit Spy Saga by Holly Kerr

Author:Holly Kerr [Kerr, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Three Birds Press
Published: 2019-12-02T16:00:00+00:00

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Mister meets us with a squeak of a meow when Ham and I finally make it home, and I scoop him up.

“Did you at least have fun with Tenley and Pippa tonight?” he asks, toeing off his shoes at the door. He stretches out a hand for my coat before taking off his own. “Before you almost got arrested, of course.”

“Do you think they really would have arrested us?” I ask, handing him my jacket before kicking off my shoes. “We were defending ourselves from unwanted attention.”

“Yes, but I’ve no doubt that your defending yourself would have been a little more extreme than the average woman.”

“Maybe.” I follow him into the kitchen just in time to hear his heavy sigh as he opens the fridge. “What happened?”

“Other than I had to pick you up at a crime scene?” He takes out the container of cranberry juice, opens the freezer to pull out the vodka.

I watch him fix himself a drink. “It wasn’t a crime scene. There was no blood. Not much anyway.”

“Did you hurt them? I didn’t check.”

Now it’s my turn to sigh. “I elbowed him in the face a few times and punched another one about an inch up from his package.” I touch Ham’s abdomen, below his belt. “They’ll survive.”

“I’ve no doubt. But Charlotte,” He pauses under a serious cloud. “You do have to be careful, you more than the others. Your training…” He trails off with a chuckle. “You can be a very dangerous woman.”

“Not to you,” I say coyly.

“The police are still talking about the incident at the theatres last week.”

“I forgot about that.”

“They haven’t.” He takes a sip of his drink and pauses with the glass still touching his lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t make one for you.”

“It’s okay.” I take a bottle of beer out of the fridge. Ham gentlemanly opens it for me. “What’s wrong?” Not only did he not complain about stopping at Chipotle, but he’s also drinking at the end of the day, and my ever-polite husband forgot to serve me first. Something is up.

“Let’s sit down.” Without waiting for me, he heads for the living room.

I tag along with a worried frown, Mister scampering at my heels like I’m about to play. “Now I’m worried.”

“Don’t be. It was a long day.”

I sink onto the leather couch and tuck my legs under me. “Have you heard anything about Bryton?”

Ham shakes his head. “He’s disappeared. We tracked him to where Evangelist last had him, but two days ago, the signal stopped transmitting.”

My throat suddenly dries up and I have to swallow before I can speak. “Meaning?”

“He’s still alive,” Ham assures me. “I would have heard if he’d been killed.”

“How?”

“It’s better not to know. I’m convinced he got away, but I have no idea how or where he is.”

“But that should be a good thing, right? Better than Evangelist still having him.” He doesn’t answer. “It feels strange talking about him with you.”

“It shouldn’t.” He sips his drink. “I take it memories have come back?”

“I remember things.

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