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2024-10-29 19:42:56Chapter 18. Contains sexual content.
Abe and I were lost in first love. But all things slow down and it occurred to me that we hadn’t resolved his bigamy. I slid off and lay beside him.
‘Is your divorce through yet?’
‘Ah,’ he said. I waited. Surely there was more. There wasn’t and despite all efforts, I slipped into a deep sleep enjoyed only by those with a clear conscience.
I forgot to ask again and Abe had a business trip to New York.
‘Be careful. Greg might still have his heavies out, looking for us.’
Abe made reassuring noises, I was reassured, but looking back, he said nothing of importance.
My day was busy and it kept me from dwelling on my man being away. Nevertheless, Dianne spotted my absent mindedness.
‘Anything troubling you?’
‘Abe is away – gone to New York.’
‘I see,’ she interrupted. ‘Was that wise?’
‘It’s probably OK, but I’d rather he
Clive La PenseeMy next book in the Goddesses series will tell if Mave and Connie get Abe out of jail. Well, everyone gets out of prison, eventually but can our heroes accelerate matters for Abe. And who is this strange young lawyer? Why is Mave so sure she can help Abe?
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