Worried that Carlos was tired, Debbie got off from his back.

“You’ve worked all day. I don’t want to wear you out in the evening too.”

Carlos pulled her into his arms and whispered, “Don’t worry about me. I can carry you home and still show you a good time. I can prove it to rene

“Stop it.” Debbie covered his mouth with her hand.

Carlos pulled her hand away and kissed her on the lips.

“What? Can’t I say this stuff to my wife?”

“Maybe. And maybe you should be locked up for saying things Like that.”

get if I were put in prison. Not a good idea. You’d miss me way too

she giggled. He was right. She was

get wet. They ducked under an

it

favorite overcoat. And very expensive. I can’t let you do this. It’LL get ruined.” She knew how much Carlos liked that particular article of

put it back over

a new coat. I don’t want you to get

happening reminded her of a song which

would have marveled at how important Debbie was to Carlos. He already thought of Carlos as Debbie’s slave, and that would have proven it even more. That was something new to Emmett, and he figured that bending over backwards for someone wasn’t healthy. But then again,

cold, Carlos called his

next day, Debbie didn’t show up downstairs until eleven, stilt

thing she saw was Valerie’s grim face. Standing

was Megan, who waited on

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