CHAPTER 16 | Aiden
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My cell goes off at five in the morning, waking me from an excellent dream about Parker bent over my work desk in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties. As if that isn’t bad enough, I know even before opening my eyes my mam’s ringing me. No matter how many times I explain the time difference, she swears she doesn’t get it.
More like she doesn’t care.
Actually that’s not entirely true. My mam’s incredible, but she also can’t stand that I’m out of reach. Last farm I worked for, I was about thirty minutes away and she could show up at any time. Which she did.
She was particularly fond of rousing Sunday morning wake-up visits—even more fond of them when she’d wake me from sleeping off the night before.
I slam my hand around on the nightstand until it connects w
