Page 220 of Lost Lyrebird

She pauses and bites her nail, then nods slowly.

“Son of a…”

Fear and concern flood into her features.Ohhh… she should be concerned because I’m going to fucking kill him.

I snatch up the blanket.When I stand, I tuck the blanket and book into the crook of my arm and start marching toward the parking lot.

“Where are you going?”

“To murder him.I warned him if he touched you, I’d shoot him in his dick.”

She chases after me.She even jumps into the passenger side of my Range Rover so she can try to talk me down from killing my husband’s best friend.My best friend.But between the out-of-control hormones I’ve been experiencing, the hot sun, and the fact that he broke the one rule of our friendship, he’ll be lucky if he has a dick tomorrow, or sees another day.

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