Chapter Twenty-seven
TraceHana’s fingers jerked and shook as they stumbled across her screen. “He said I mustn’t call him,” she whispered, though her hands disobeyed him.
“Then don’t!” Leslie snatched the device before the call could connect, pushing it behind her rump. She held her other arm outstretched to ward off Hana’s attempts to retrieve it.
“No fightin’!” Edin screeched, jabbing her index finger towards the women. She parodied Hana’s frequent rebuke to her and Wiri, complete with the forward dip of her torso. The chair rocked beneath her, distracting Hana as she lurched to right it with a trembling hand.
“But he’s in trouble!” she hissed at Leslie. “Give me back my phone!”
“No.” Leslie dropped the device between her shuddering breasts and it disappeared into her cleavage.
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