Chapter 58: Harley

Seven o’clock rolls in like a tipsy aunt—loud, unpredictable, and wearing too much perfume.

Gemma arrived about 30 minutes ago, carrying a tote bag large enough to moonlight as a toddler’s sleeping bag, and started laying out tonight’s book club snacks like we’re about to host high tea for the Quee...

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