Chapter 7“Bret.” Her voice emerged a breathy squeak. She had to stop enjoying herself. She didn’t have time for dating and all that went with that scene. And she wasn’t using any form of birth control. Why waste money on the pill when she lived as celibate a life as any novice in a convent? Stretched between panic and passion, she whimpered. Bret either took pity on her or simply grew tired of the game. He was probably used to a much more skillful and knowing response. Whatever the reason, he sat and drew free of her arms, tugging her dress up to a decent level before smoothing her hair away from her face.
“That ought to keep you from having nightmares about those chukos. Don’t get caught out by yourself at night anymore, okay? No matter what. Promise me. And get a cell phone.”
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