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Chapter Twenty-One: The Real Enemy
The sound of the latch sliding was loud in Carrie’s ears, because her heart had basically stopped in her chest. Oh, goddess. Had she really just outed her mate in front of the competition? She didn’t even know Sarah that well, let alone whoever was in that stall. There was no way this would end well. She was an i***t! Why could she never keep her dumbass mouth shut? Waverly stepped out form the stall, looking gorgeous in a dress that hugged her strong, but still very feminine, figure. What Carrie wouldn’t do for legs like hers; they were defined and shapely. Since Carrie was ‘fun sized’ as she liked to say, her legs were a bit on the stumpy side. She swallowed, trying to come up with something non-idiotic to say. The blue haired warrior went to the sink to wash her hands, then dried them
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