Cooke Cynthia — книги автора

Описание: “You can have my tent tonight,” Jeff aid, hi voice cutting through Willa’ torturou thought . She looked up in a toni hment. “No, I couldn’t do that.” She clamped down on her lip, regretting the word the in tant they lipped out of her mouth. Of cour e he could! “Where would you leep?” he a ked oftly, and berated her elf for ounding like the cream puff Jeff believed her to be. “Out here under the tar . I’ll keep watch for the predator .” She glared at him, certain he wa la…