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Saint
Book: Saint Read Online Free
Author: T.L. Gray
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can.”
    Will stood in the doorway, face throbbing,
vision half blurred. “Help me, Seth. You’re the only one who can.”
    “Giving you a lesson in literature won’t do
you any good at this point.” Seth sipped at the brew, letting the steam roll
over his face. “You’ve never even read Moby Dick . I’m out, Will. I got out because I craved peace and quiet. Pick up
a mercenary mag and look through the ads if she needs protection that bad.”
    Jesus H., this was going to hurt. “It has
to be you.” Will’s breath exploded from his lungs when Harris’ foot connected
with his stomach.
    “Are you getting the picture yet, Skaggs?
And don’t even think about throwing up on my kitchen floor.”
    Son of a bitch hadn’t even spilled his
coffee. “Can I use your bathroom?” he wheezed.
    “Sure.”
    Christ, he didn’t remember Seth having such
a deadly foot. Making his way to the bathroom, Will turned on the cold water.
He borrowed a washcloth from the towel rack, groaning as he pressed the cool
cloth to his tender face. “Grouchy bastard,” he murmured to himself, catching
sight of Seth’s dirt bike through the window, where it sat under the eave of
the back porch.
    There is a God. Just do it and quit worrying over how pissed he’ll
be.
    Some people had the eloquent gift of words
to aid them—Will had a pocket knife.
    “Better?” Seth asked without remorse when
he returned to the kitchen.
    “Ready for round two.”
    “You’ve let yourself get flabby and out of
condition. Must be all that paperwork.”
    “I’m not leaving ’til you say yes.”
    Seth looked him straight in the eye. “Oh
yes you are.”
    * * * * *
    Maria sat up in the seat when the cabin
door opened. Just as quickly, Will came sailing across the porch to land on the
hard-packed dirt, face down. Forgetting her aching muscles, she scrambled from
the car, running to drop down beside him.
    “Will! Oh my God, are you all right?”
Behind her the cabin door slammed shut.
    “Yeah,” he muttered.
    “Your face…it’s a mess. What did that guy
do to you?”
    He grinned up at her. “You mean you don’t
like it better this way?”
    As usual, he was making light of the
situation to keep her from getting antsy. But it was too late, she was already
on edge. “It’s not funny.” She brushed some loose dirt from his mouth. “I take
it he said no.”
    “What makes you think that?” Will shifted,
pushed to his feet. “I told you he was cranky.”
    She stood up too, hands on hips. “He just
threw you out the door. I’d say that’s a pretty good indication he’s not
onboard with the idea.”
    “He’s not a morning person.” Will motioned
for her to follow him to the car. “Get your duffel and go on inside. He’s
waiting for you.”
    She stared at him like he was drunk. “Are
you crazy?”
    “It’s not that bad, seriously,” he assured
her, reaching over the seat for her bag. “Just a little payback for something
that happened years ago. He got his payback so you got a new bodyguard. We’re
good. Here.” He shoved the bag into her hands. “And remember what I said, stick
to him like glue.”
    She swallowed hard, reluctantly accepting
the duffel. “You’re sure he’s not going to toss me out on my face like he did
you?”
    “Positive.” Will leaned over and kissed her
cheek. “You couldn’t be in better hands.”
    “Will—”
    “Maria, I know what I’m doing. Don’t you
trust me?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “Have you changed your mind about
testifying?”
    “No!”
    “Then this is what we have to do, honey.”
    It was against her better judgment, but the
look in Will’s eyes—one of which was swelling at an alarming rate—was sincere.
The second she backed away from the sedan he hopped into the driver’s seat,
locked the doors and sped forward, spewing dirt and gravel into the air.
Through the cloud of dust she saw him cut to the right, alongside the pickup
parked beside the cabin.
    She jumped when what sounded like
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