Chapter 27
Harley The words I was about to say lodged in my throat as the door opened and a dainty woman walked in, the blue accents in her black hair making her seem more like a punk rocker than the white button up shirt, black pencil skirt and stoic heels suggested. “I'm glad to see you're still alive,” she teased as she walked over to Cole, completely ignoring me, and kissed his cheek. He looked slightly awkward but didn't push her away. “Willow, you're looking well yourself.” She huffed dramatically and folded her arms. “No thanks to you! I swear, I lose a year off my life every time you go radio silent.” If I were a dog, I'm pretty sure I would be growling and the hair on my back would be standing up ominously at the flirty way the woman carried on. Instead, I stood back and watched the
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