Chapter Twelve
KARLA’S SMIRK STILL reverberated in Aimee’s mind, no matter how much she tried to push it out. Of course, Aimee couldn’t blame her sister. It’s not like Aimee had ever been caught with her pants down before. Or someone’s fingers in her…
Aimee closed her eyes against the passing scenery, trying again to push the image of Karla walking in on her and Clint out of her mind.
She felt him take her hand giving it a slight squeeze. “You doing okay?” He asked, shooting his gaze between her and the road ahead.
She smiled, giving him a soft nod. “Yeah, just thinking how that scene back there was a reversal of roles. You don’t know how many times I’ve walked in on Karla with her hand in some guy’s pants or his in hers. Back there, that was the first time she’s ever even seen me with
