Delmor, tending to the sizzling chicken wings, declared, “The wings are ready. Someone should rouse our companions.”

As Mylo contemplated Marcus’s cautionary words, he shook his head, musing, “Perhaps we should savor the fruits of our labor ourselves.

I harbor no desire to be held captive by Marcus’s threats.”

The prospect of Barrett Group’s stock plummeting tomorrow didn’t sit well with him.

Sporting a grin, Delmor set aside his grilling implements and rapped on the cabin door.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Time to rise and shine. The feast is cooked to perfection.”

tenderly stirred the woman cradled in his

time to

pair of irresistibly sensuous lips. She leaned in and planted a kiss, then bashfully nestled into the crook of his

the distance to

your recline, I fear my self-control may slip

pace

impressive, swiftly concluded his own preparations and approached Millie while she was in the midst of brushing her

look at things. Join me

a barely audible

her preparations and emerging from the room, a hint of self-consciousness washed over Millie. Sleeping past noon was a luxury

the epitome of disdainful intent, happened

tongue, “Tsk,

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