"I'm not a bad mom for wanting this. Right?" Hannah spoke to her reflection as she examined her body in the mirror.
She wore a tank top and a pair of shorts that showed just the curve of her ass cheeks. Anticipation was killing her as she waited for Garrett to get to the house. He'd texted her almost thirty minutes ago telling her that he was leaving the rehearsal space.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. "You're not a bad mom for this."
She felt stupid talking to herself, but she didn't want to interrupt Shell, because she'd already done that by asking her to watch her son. Texting Stacey was out of the question, she didn't want to talk to her sister-in-law about her brother in the carnal way, and there wasn't anyone else she trusted. Instead, she squared her shoulders and leane
