CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
For a moment, words failed. I stuck my hand out. “Sam McRae. It’s nice to meet you.” Your fiancé is an idiot.
Lisa smiled, but without mirth. “I know what you’re thinking. You must think I’m some kind of sap to put up with Junior’s shit.”
“That wasn’t what I was thinking.” Not in those exact words.
Lisa drew in a long breath as if poised …
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