Chapter 33
Graham
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I TURNED ON the radio, wishing I’d stuck to my guns and said ‘no’ about her going to the church with me. But she was persistent, and for whatever reason, really wanted to go. It surprised me considering I’d been so short with her.
Maybe she wanted to have a go with me, now?
I hoped not. I was the last person who’d want sloppy seconds. As attracted as I’d been to her—hell, I still was—just the thought of Cleaner putting his d**k in her made me ill.
“What do you want from Panera?” I asked when we finally pulled up to the drive-through. What should have taken us five minutes, took almost twenty because of the snow and stupid drivers.
Chloe told me which soup she wanted and also asked for a warm cup of cappuccino. I ordered the same thing, along with a sandwic
