“I can’t get the authorities involved in this,” he pleaded, his brows drawing together. “I need you.”
When I got divorced and moved to the quiet Oregon countryside, The last thing I expected was for a hot stranger to pound on my door, Demanding I go with him in the middle of the night. His sister-in-law’s in labor, and he swears she’s on death’s door. The weirder part?
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