Page 66 of The Blonde Who Came in from the Cold (The Blonde Identity #2)

Present Day

Scotland

Alex

Alex felt the rise and fall of King’s chest, but her own lungs had stopped working before he’d even finished the story.

“No.” She pushed up and looked down at him. “No. You’re wrong.”

“That was the first—and last—time I ever said those words out loud, Alex. It was the only time. Merritt knew.” Fingers combed

through her hair and made her scalp tingle.

“Okay.” She settled back against him, too bone-tired and weary to worry anymore. “Off the top of my head, I can think of five

bad ideas. What about you?”

“That depends.” He blew out a tired breath. “Do you know where you can get a switchblade? Or a garter belt?”