Chapter 180

ANDREA’S POV

“Fuck, I love rainy days,” Julia muttered as she snuggled into me.

“Yeah, well,” I hung up my phone, tossing it on the coffee table. “Hope you love being hungry too, because rain equals delayed deliveries.”

She groaned. “Dammit, woman. Will you please just go grocery shopping?”

I shook ...

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