My Husband's Dirty Little Secret

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is face pale, a cut bl

okay?" His voice wa

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eed to get you out of here. I'll call for an airli

ing the pain. "No airlift. No official record

. Her career, her m

torn. "But y

king fast. "Can you get us there? Drive me to

. "Alright. It'll be r

her weight. The trek back to where he'd hidden

when they finally limped back to

wollen ankle and pale fa

hing, honey," Bev cooed, t

luxury SUV, Cody driving, headed towards a small, ou

, no insurance, cash only. It'

ing ankle, the thrill of the wild ride replaced

ering memory of Cod