Chapter 88 Chapter~88~Times a wasting.

Harley~

Nick's fingers go still on my belly as he puts Etta's fire out and his own. His even breaths hitting the back of my neck have her mama heated instead. My hand trails his arm; his muscles flex. He wouldn't deny me if I turned over and woke him up.

Piss on my parade, Rae, is back for sure. '...

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