The Scent of Shadows (Sign of the Zodiac, Book 1) by Vicki Pettersson

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Unlike me, Olivia lived in the center of town, buying a condo in a chic residential high-rise that came with its own valet, dry-cleaning service, and a twenty-four-hour concierge. Though it wasn’t my style, I had to admit the place was stunning, and convenient for those who wished easy access to the six mile stretch of neon playground a mere block away. Gleaming plate-glass windows bowed high into the sky, reflecting the polished wood interior in its shimmering sheets. Discreet lighting dotted the complex’s foyer in artful little niches, and the design was duplicated in Olivia’s apartment nine floors above.

I stared, openmouthed. “Don’t ask,” she muttered, adding a studded dildo to the loot. “I thought it would be fun. That was before the condom broke. I panicked at the thought of wading around in his gene pool, you’ll see, and threw him out without giving back his toys. ” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned. ” “Fine with me. He was too obsessive for my tastes anyway. He wanted to lick me in the weirdest places. And he could spend hours smelling me. ” “So we believed,” she said, and threw some sort of belt—I didn’t want to know what it looped around—into a pile that was growing at an alarming rate.

I think I can handle that on my own,” I replied dryly. “Too bad,” she said, demurely sipping her martini. “I want to find out who my real father is,” I said. ” I frowned and tapped my finger against my glass. “But I was thinking about it this afternoon. html knows where the guy lives? ” I smiled at her use of his name. ” She looked at me like I had the mental capacity of a two-year-old, which was unsettling. ” She rose and jerked her head, indicating I should follow. I did, leaving my present, my martini, and Luna on the couch behind me.