Chapter 19 19: Chrissy

“You’re the cook here?” I ask, stunned as I come up behind Luther and and slips my arm around his. 

“I have been for four years,” he scowls at me. “I told you that on our first date.”

“I have a bad memory for places and names,” I say sheepishly, moving closer to Luther and kinda sorta using hi...

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