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Chapter 194 Bad Pasta

Autor: Olivia GW
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-05-24 15:45:16

(Chase)

Natasha leaves at four for the therapy appointment her doctor arranged for her.

I’m glad she’s finally dealing with her PTSD and not continuing to pretend being kidnapped by Bauer was just another Thursday.

Or that finding out her brother is her uncle just rolled off her back.

It’s the first time she’s asked me to take care of Lily when she has something to do and it’s not Lily’s allocated days with me.

It’s kind of a big deal, whether she wants to admit it or not.

"Her bottle's in the
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    (Chase)"You said one dance," I remind her, against her hair."I'm renegotiating.""You can't renegotiate mid-dance.""Watch me. Lily's asleep on your mother, and if I wake her to say goodbye she'll scream, and then I'll cry, and this makeup was applied by professionals.""So we just leave our daughter?""With her grandmother, who's always angling for more time with her. Don't look at me like that, it's one night."My mother is predictably delighted about keeping Lily for the night, and scandalized that we want to sneak off.She tells me to drive carefully, twice.We make it up the beach at a pace just under suspicious.Julian spots us and turns the music up to distract the others from our exit, because he misses nothing and tells no one.Then we’re in the car, speeding along the dark road, and my wife is sitting with her shoes off and her feet on the dash, eating cake off a napkin she stole on the way out."Is that my slice?" I ask."It's community property now. Keep up."My wife.I

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