Kara’s angry voice carried on the humid air in waves as the woman stormed around the apartment like an angry bull. She couldn’t seem to be able to stand in one place for more than a second.
Mirabelle sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wall as her mind replayed everything that had happened at Clarissa’s house like a bad movie reel stuck in repeat. She’d tried following Kara’s creative curses as a means to distract herself, but after a few seconds, even her friend’s dirty mouth couldn’t pull her away from her troubled thoughts.
As much as she tried to forget it, she could still feel the touch of Dwayne’s strong hands on her arms. His scent lingered around her as though just being in his presence for a few minutes had been enough to saturate her pores, and now he was under her skin a
