Chapter 22 Granny Marge and Milkshakes

Lola’s POV

Marge was waiting on the porch before Max even got the truck stopped.

She had both hands planted on her hips, purse hanging from one shoulder, and the look on her face said somebody was about to get their ass chewed.

Natalie glanced through the windshield and groaned.

“Oh, no.”

Max s...

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