
Adira Allure walks into Sarah Lace’s new spot, eyes scanning the room. Sarah starts thanking her right away for pulling strings to get the apartment. Adira drops onto the couch, that look flashing in her eyes. She bites her lip, slaps the cushion next to her, and watches Sarah sit down. Being on your own sucks, Sarah says. Adira shakes her head. You’re not alone, she shoots back, not with me around—and that sweet gig at my husband’s firm doesn’t hurt either. Sarah asks if the husband knows the real reason Adira helped. Nope, Adira laughs. Need-to-know basis only. But now that Sarah has her own place, the sneaking around stops—no more dingy hotel rooms. They’ve got four walls and zero excuses. And they’re damn sure going to use every inch of it.
Adira Allure walks into Sarah Lace’s new spot, eyes scanning the room. Sarah starts thanking her right away for pulling strings to get the apartment. Adira drops onto the couch, that look flashing in her eyes. She bites her lip, slaps the cushion next to her, and watches Sarah sit down. Being on your own sucks, Sarah says. Adira shakes her head. You’re not alone, she shoots back, not with me around—and that sweet gig at my husband’s firm doesn’t hurt either. Sarah asks if the husband knows the real reason Adira helped. Nope, Adira laughs. Need-to-know basis only. But now that Sarah has her own place, the sneaking around stops—no more dingy hotel rooms. They’ve got four walls and zero excuses. And they’re damn sure going to use every inch of it.