Husband and wife. Until death do us part. They’d looked so happy, so in love. How could Vonda hope to achieve that with Tom? First things first. They needed to consummate this agreement, something Tom looked rather hesitant to do. He paced the room, running fingers through his short hair until it stood like captured soldiers, nervous and trembling. “Elizabeth will be okay. She’ll sleep for awhile. Margie put her under and promised she’d stay asleep.” The alpha, Margie, had claimed she had the ability to make Elizabeth catch eight hours of zzzs, and set about proving it with a wave of her hand. Tom stopped his pacing and stared at her. “I should be up there with her, not down here with you.” He ran his hand through his hair again, making matters up top worse. “Dammit, that didn’t come out right.” “I know what you mean.” And she did. Tom should be with his daughter, not trying to have sex with Vonda. Although sex sounded great at the moment. And how screwed up was that?
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