I hear the door chime and thank whatever god is up there for throwing me a bone. I turn to greet the customer, but my already exhausted brain short circuits. Sunday walks in wearing pretty pastel-pink floral romper shorts that have a thin, white strapped top attached to them. Her long hair looks freshly colored silver with new red tips spilling down her bare, tanned shoulders. “Damn,” Janie whistles. “You coming here to tempt me, Sunday Sutton?” Janie smacks Sunday on the ass and… NO, absolutely not. Not going there. “Hey, charming.” She smiles up at me, and the smile is almost apologetic
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