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Chapter 12. Jarek
It’s impossible to concentrate on anything. Chase keeps talking about upcoming auctions, vet bills, something about an electrified fence, and all I can think about is Ryeka. What’s she doing right now? Why didn’t I insist on her coming to the packhouse today? I could probably concentrate a lot easier if she were here. Maybe sitting on my lap. “Jarek, are you even paying attention?” Chase’s angry tone breaks through my fantasies of what I’d be doing to Ryeka if she were on my lap right now. “Yeah, it sounds great,” I realize from Chase’s exasperated sigh that it probably wasn’t the correct response, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. “Do you think she’ll want to redecorate right away? Most women do, right?” “What are you talking about?” “Maybe I should get an interior designe
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