“A chorus of applause erupts inside my chest. I wrack my brain for possible options. “There’s a recliner in the storage room.” Brance grunts. “We’ll need a bed. Where do you live?” I point toward the street. “About ten minutes away.” His grin speaks of secrets between the sheets. “Take me to your house. We’re gonna test your mattress springs.” I wink at him, but say nothing. It’ll be a fun surprise for him to discover the memory foam.”
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Harloe Rae,
Ask Me Why
