A woman strode in like she’d just walked off a warrior supermodels runway. She was tall, muscular, and wore a leather outfit and knee-high boots, similar to what Jordan’s mom had worn at my house. Her glossy, honey-colored hair hung in perfect, curly waves, and her face was gorgeous—and serious.
Chapter 19: Couldn't Help It
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