Hey, I'm a trained detective, I detected that you're shacking up with a stripper who's what, seven years you All we needed was proof, or, depending on the judge, strong suspicion. He was still muttering her name, and literally cursing her, when the world suddenly drowned in fear. Please, Anita, think happy thoughts.
I shook my head. I just lay there and let his fingers play around the edge of my mouth, delicate, sensual. Why was it always me that had to fix it? Because I was usually the one who screwed it up in the first place. The man's eyes flicked to me, then back to Micah, then to me.
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