Denise kissed Garret before he had set his toolbag down.
It seemed more passionate than a hello, but her eyes weren’t bedroom, they were conversational.
At least she skipped the bullshit small talk.
“Scout wants you to get a DNA test for his birthday.”
The toolbag fell with a clank and a thud.
“I’ll get him a car. He’ll forget about the DNA test.”
Denise lean…
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