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A slight feeling of disgust entered my thoughts for what had happened.
There is no way I could ever pay her back.
The quaking outside intensified, so I pressed my lips together. Fisted my hands.
Like what?" I shrugged. "Not worry about making ends meet.
I skidded to a stop at the kitchen island where a blackened ham sat in my mom's heirloom roasting pan-which had also turned crusty-black inside. For thirteen months, my true feelings about Jolie and Dirk had simmered just under the surface.
He suggested adjusting the time he'd be gone so he could return in time to celebrate the special day with me.
Making me arch with a choked gasp each time, my fingers fluttering on the couch.
After a couple of heavy footfalls, the door clicked shut, sealing off the stream of light from the hallway. I lay there in the darkness, hugging the blanket I'd bunched up at my stomach tighter.