Chapter 221 A Little Help

Laurette’s POV

I nibbled on my lower lip all through the rest of the drive home, lost in my thoughts and trying to look for ways to gather them.

By the time Hosea pulls up to the front of the large house, my lip is sore and aching.

I reach for my seatbelt at the same time Hosea rumbles, “I’ll me...

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