Oh god, that memory would forever be tainted by the fact that Paxton had found us. The shit-eating grin on his face would haunt my nightmares. I’d opened the door after he’d pounded on it. He’d looked downright evil when he’d declared—like the asshole he was—“time’s up, horn dogs” in the exact same tone and cadence I’d used on him when I’d found him with Baxter making out at the farm back when they’d first started dating. The bitch could hold a grudge, that was for sure.
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