Someone has to carry it in. No one will enter the upper levels of the club or your parents’ cell with clothes on.” My brows shot up. That was going to be a real shocker for my mom. “I said lose the skirt.” “How could Fade have passed it to me?” “Minuscule possibility. I take no chances.” Sighing, I unzipped and dropped it. My sweater was snug. I had on a black thong. My boots clung to the shape of my legs. No place to hide a book. “Happy?” “Hardly.” As I zipped my skirt back up, I took a last longing glance at my parents and turned away. My gaze hitched as it passed over Barrons’ crumpled
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