Chapter 89

Zarelle’s POV

Jameson planted his considerable bulk on the stool next to me, looking pissed. “Why did you call me?”

I nodded at the bartender. “I’m getting a Cherry Bomb. What’s your poison?”

Jameson frowned, impatient. “Miss Stormy, what do you want?”

“To buy you a drink.” I swirled around on my ...

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