
My rating: 0 of 5 stars
#DNF 43% boring...
“Uh, not to be rude, but I don’t get a lot of time for phone calls and they sometimes cut out, so if you have something to say, you might want to get to it.” Not to be rude, huh? Okay.
He interrupts me with a biting curse. “How the hell did this even happen? I mean, didn’t we…you know?”
“So, what is it you want? Because, Holly, I don’t really have a whole lot to offer right now, except money.” “I don’t want your money,”
Pregnant. Fucking pregnant.
I’ve nearly worked myself into a cardiac arrest ten times over just from thinking about how I’d fucked things up good this time.
He doesn’t once look at me, let alone speak to me.
Well that couldn’t have been more uncomfortable if I’d planned it. And what the hell had she been doing there, anyway?
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