Bad luck for you...

            “I’m not sleeping with her,” he protested quietly.

            “Liar,
the cowboy boots gave you away. To think if I hadn’t stayed here last night, I
might not have put it together. Bad luck for you, me figuring it out. Sadie?” I
said, pondering. “She’s what, twenty-something years older than you? You’ve
slept with both her daughters and now her? What the fuck are you, some wanna-be
Casanova Cowboy?”




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