Chapter Twenty-One
Tiffy was freaking out. Her palms were sweaty even though it was far from cool, and she’d slept in fits, in what she thought were chunks of time here and there as she tossed and turned on the hard futon. It was rock hard and uncomfortable, and she didn’t have a little boy kicking her. She could still feel Jeremy Friessen inside her and was horrified at how she’d let him screw her again at that same lake—not just once, because then she could’ve chalked that up to a simple slip, a sudden moment where she’d lost her mind and could say, What the hell were you thinking?
No, she’d helped him strip out of the rest of his clothes to join her completely naked outside on a blanket he’d had tucked under his seat on the ground, where anyone could have found them if they’d decided
