Chapter 38 First Encounter with Bethany

Clifford's voice cut through the air, the word "deal with" sharpened like a blade. I gave him a light punch to the chest in mock protest.

He chuckled, low and unhurried, and pulled me against him.

The car glided smoothly away from the cafe, but out of the corner of my eye I caught a flicker of mo...

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