Chapter 32: Under Amy’s Spell
Avery dreamed of walking along a Mexican beach in the buff, holding a Corona, and baking in the summer sun. The dream ended when he felt fingertips jab in his right shoulder and Amy’s squeaky voice echo within his head and through the morning haze.
“Rise and shine, cupcake. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
He rolled onto his back, yawned, opened his eyes, and saw Amy over him, smiling from ear to ear, holding a cup of coffee that smelled like mocha and peppermint. He guessed she had Evan’s personal key to The Cavity, climbed the stairwell, and found Avery in bed.
Groggily, he asked, “What kind of big day?”
She giggled. “I’m selling your ass to ten Marines. They’re pretty horny and want some action.”
Ten Marine d***s will definitely get my mind off Judd.
