Priorities shifted like sand on a beach anytime money and perfume showed up hand-in-hand.
“My name,” she said, arching an eyebrow, “is Lorna.”
A flicker of irony picked at the back of his eyes. She was one good-looking cookie.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, keeping his eyes above her collarbone. It was a starving man ignoring a hamburger, a thief ign…