Love at First Kill

Jack still didn’t know what to make of this woman. He’d been studying her—her mannerisms, her habits, the way her eyes flicked away from him when he had looked at her too long. Her past.

Credit card debt, medical debt. House foreclosed on. And one, only one, run-in with the law: the glitter bomb, which had resulted in an immediate restraining order.

Now she was scarfing down his remaining strawberries—he made a mental note to order more groceries, especially since so far Ava seemed to have a chaotic tendency to skip meals and just eat whatever she could find in his fridge.

She also had a habit of glaring at him, leaving dishes in the sink even though there was ample time to wash them, and stripping her clothes off at inappropriate moments. And, of course, lying to him.