Unprofessional Behavior: Chapter Twenty-Two

“Victoria, tell your boyfriend to put a shirt on.”

“I have a name,” Jeremy said indignantly from where he was lying on the ground, hair perilously close to the bonfire, feet on the perfectly good folding chair he wasn’t using.

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