Virgin Next Door

“Can my dogs come?”

“Yep, they have to travel in the back though.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

She helped Katie into the passenger seat, with her baby, Andrew, next. Elizabeth climbed into the car.

One glance out of the window and she caught sight of the angry-looking biker checking out the accountant’s ass while they were both standing in the front yard.

This would be very interesting.

The End