Wren

“Bye Wrennie, Ezra.” Quincy waves while Ray heads in with the items from the mall. “I’ll text you about the details for the appointment next week, Wren!”

I poke my head out and reply. “Okay.”

“Get back inside, darling,” Ezra chuckles. “That’s dangerous.”

I comply with a chuckle of my own, and he speeds out of their driveway.

Once we’re safely away from Ray’s street, his hand comes down on my thighs.

I glance at him, and he gives me a smile.

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