“After you, Jenny,” he said, that smile gracing his lips in his certain little childish way. She made a face at him and resisted the urge to knee him in the groin with her heel as she climbed inside the car and his hand rested on her lower back. Jethro would never hurt her, why did she want to hurt him? “Salem, honey, hurry up,” she called, watching her daughter stop to play in the puddle from the heavy rain earlier. It seemed like it might rain again at any moment, and Jenny just wanted to get accueil before that happened.
If she'd known that that would be the last puddle Salem would...
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