Chapter 155: A Dolphin's Cry at Dawn

Cradling Stella Higgins, Fabian Farrell shouldered his way into the house. The place was spacious but a mess-clothes were strewn everywhere, shirts and skirts scattered like a battlefield. It suited her firecracker temper-she was never one for neatness. He laid her on the bed and paused, eyes widening. The wardrobe doors stood open, packed with stockings of every shade and weave. He'd never expected it. The precinct's ice queen, the model cop with a spotless image, turned out to have a thing for...