Cam scoffs. “No. Fuck that. It was one thing when they started dating, but I’m not going to sit around and watch him legally lock her down because he wants pussy on demand.” “Sweet Lord,” Mrs. Blanchard says, mortified. Meanwhile, Mr. Blanchard looks like he’s plotting my murder—and it’s going to be a violent one. “Is that true? Is that all you’re trying to get out of my little girl?” All Laiken is lacking right now is popcorn as she rests her chin in her hands and leans toward me. “This is going well.”
