My mom’s eyes lingered on mine, a disbelieving shake to her head. “You’re living with a man who isn’t your husband, Harlow. How do you think that looks? How on earth will you have the chance to find anyone that way? Ian’s always been rude. Unfriendly. That’s doing you no favors.” A stunning flash of angry heat curled my bloodstream, and in the moment I sucked in a sharp breath, filtering through all the many colorful words I wanted to spit at her to keep his fucking name out of her mouth, my daughter beat me to the punch. She stood from the table, her hands clenched in tight fists. “Don’t say
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