Chapter Thirty
“Dean?” Riley stood in the doorway, wearing athletic gear like she’d just been working out or was planning to. The sun was hitting her in all the right places and it was all Dean could do not to rip her clothes off with his teeth. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey Riles… Listen, I’m sorry for snapping at you on the phone last night.”
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