Marlie's Mystery Man
Шрифт:
He sat down in a nearby chair to pull on his boots. “Damn, I hate dirty socks,” he muttered. “Do you have any idea where my bag is?”
“Ann took it when she gave me the room.”
He sighed. “I’ll get it later. And I need my kit. It’s hell shaving with a pink razor.”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Поделиться с друзьями: