Chapter 17 DO WE HAVE A DEAL

Flora's POV

“You came to pick me up… in a helicopter?” The words flew out of my mouth in a squeak that would have embarrassed Lucille if she had been there.

I stood on the rooftop, wind whipping my hair like I was the tragic heroine in a bad rom-com, staring at the sleek black machine. Because,...

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