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52: Ezra—What’s Your Middle Name—Jax

Author: Lily S. W
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-31 23:01:32

Wren

“Bye Wrennie, Ezra.” Quincy waves while Ray heads in with the items from the mall. “I’ll text you about the details for the appointment next week, Wren!”

I poke my head out and reply. “Okay.”

“Get back inside, darling,” Ezra chuckles. “That’s dangerous.”

I comply with a chuckle of my own, and he speeds out of their driveway.

Once we’re safely away from Ray’s street, his hand comes down on my thighs.

I glance at him, and he gives me a smile.

It’s a big, sweet smile that has my heart thumping.

“Hi,” I say, playing with his long fingers.

He squeezes my thigh. “I missed you today. How was your day? Anything happen?”

The memory of Calvin and Mitch at the diner filters into my mind, but I shove it back.

I can’t tell Ezra about it, he’ll get worked up, and definitely start trouble when there’s no need for one.

Besides, Mitch would forget about the debt.

God, I really hope so.

“Nah,” I lie. “It was great, except the long wait at the diner. But everything else was fine, Quincy and I h
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