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Busted “Cousin”

“Oh, I’ve heard all about you Simon boys”

“Huh,” hea slow blush creep up her cheeks “I’m afraid to ask”

“You should be,” she said slowly, as if

savoring every word “Cause none of it was good” She glanced behind him and waved at soo”

Before he could ask her what her na a few seconds on his arm That piece of skin felt as if she’d branded hie with his cousin for him to learn her name

Donovan James

It was insane But in his mind, she was already Donnie

And she was already his

Jack shook off the memories, his T-shirt totally soaked, his hair plastered to his head Thunder rolled across the sky now acco up anytime soon

He eyed the door once more

With a sigh, he scooped up his gear and went inside, expecting a flood of angry words thrown his way Instead, he was greeted by a backside he knew better than his own, barely covered by a lireen bikini

Donovan was bent over, her foot propped up on a chair, and she hissed in pain as she tried to clean the bottom of her foot

“What are you staring at?” she ulp of air as she twisted to the side, angling for a better way to get the job done

“Your ass”