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"Honey, it's not that bad.
I skidded to a stop at the kitchen island where a blackened ham sat in my mom's heirloom roasting pan-which had also turned crusty-black inside. For thirteen months, my true feelings about Jolie and Dirk had simmered just under the surface.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come up with a solution. At least not a rational one that didn't involve wrapping my hands around the throats of the two people inside.
Chris pulled on me until I stepped back, halting when my calves hit the edge of the bed. His left arm slid around my side, his hand moving up to cup my right breast.
Licking, sucking, and kneading gently. Drawing strangled groans from him.
"Holly!" Chris turned off the water and climbed into the tub, too, gathering me in a towel. "Whatever has come over you?" I was too numb to do anything but shiver, my teeth chattering.
Maybe it was Chris's presence, which was more evident as he'd slid his arm around under my breasts and lightly grasped my left side as soon as Dirk had stepped forward.