Fast Times in Chacahua
Her husband had his short beard only inches above the keyboard, hunched over like some sort of deranged goblin, biting his lip at the screen. “In a bit, honey. I’ve still got a few things to sort with the Chinese—plus some client emails.” Cassie pouted, her chest deflating in time with the response she expected. She eyed him for a moment longer from across the room before sitting up on the mattress. With a flick of short brown hair, she flipped a set of long, freshly waxed legs over the edge...