She Offered A Kiss As A Joke—And Underestimated The Man Who Could Save Her

“Dead on.”

He climbed down slowly, looking at me with a mixture of fear and awe.

Veronica stared at me. Her expression was unreadable. The mockery from earlier was gone, replaced by a fierce, calculating intensity.

“Who are you?” she asked softly.

“I’m Ethan Cole,” I said. “I mop the floors.”

“No,” she shook her head slowly. “Janitors don’t know about continue reading …