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Standing along the sidewalk outside the clan’s main house, Aria watched her f*****g badass mate hurry to join the cleanup crew taking away bodies. Damn, he looked fabulous with little on. She so wanted a bite of that tight ass. “Aria, dear,” Maree said, “we need to get busier than a one-legged cat in a sandbox.” Aria turned to her. “What? A one-legged cat? Maree, do you make this s**t up?” The elder laughed hardily. “Only to confuse you, dear. You’re so damn funny when you don’t have a clue what I say. Penelope, too. She thinks I don’t know about her faking, but I do.” The woman let out another laugh and headed with Aria to the group. They had a lot to do to get the small clan back on track. Aria’s butt cheek vibrated. She slapped a hand on her back pocket and pulled out her phone. S
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