Housewife’s Homemade Cream-filled Delight

Let’s go check out that study.” He clapped a hand on my shoulder and guided me away from the middle of the room, heading for a hallway. “You want them to find out who did this or not?”

“I don’t care,” Quentin said. Don’t think you’ll get that question answered.”

I felt slender fingers slip into mine and glanced up to see Erin standing supportively beside me. Take a few hits and go sit in the tub.”

The five men sitting around the table slowly got to their feet, grumbling at each other as they made their way toward the door. “You don’t know that,” she pushed back and glanced at Helen. “About a week?”

“And you didn’t hear anything?” I asked. “Most of them are wearing swimsuits. Then she went with the others, and John followed them out. Let’s go check out that study.” He clapped a hand on my shoulder and guided me away from the middle of the room, heading for a hallway.