His Runaway Angel
“I’m right, baby. I know I am.”
“Thanks.” Her forehead touched his, and she let out a breath. “I can’t believe I’m earning. All I need to do is open a new bank account, and I can forward all my writing income there.”
“Alright. How’s it doing?”
Her eyes watered. “Great, Kyle. So great.” She stood, and he relaxed when he saw her grab her phone. She tapped on the screen with a lazy smile that disappeared. “Oh my God, Kyle. I actually have money, like plenty money. I can give you more than $1,000.”
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