Chapter 30
OLALLIE The pain that has grown stronger throughout the night gets even bolder, and I clench. Water flows underneath my dress, and I curse myself, hoping it isn’t pee. “Lawson?” It is breathy, and I try to push through the new pain. “What is it, babe?” He comes in, arms hanging on the doorframe above our bedroom. I hate him for looking so good. His sweat glistens on his chest, and his gym shorts are low on his abs. “Is Olallie Lovett checking me out?” Lawson gives me a wink, and I want to slap his smug face. “Olallie Arzola, thanks to my new husband.” Rub my back as I try to catch another breath. “Sounds like a lucky guy to be able to win you over.” He grins, and I force myself to hate him. Disgusting how handsome his appeal on the human race. Damn hot-blooded male with crazed imp
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