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Leo looked at his mom. Not the PTA mom, not the cake-baking mom. The woman with dirt on her sneakers and a rebel’s light in her eyes. She wasn’t naughty in the way the neighbors would whisper. She was just… alive. Wild. His mom.

“Before what?” Leo demanded.

Claire pulled him into a hug that smelled like vanilla, sweat, and a hint of danger. “That’s my boy.” naughty mommy juicy secrets

“You brought it?” she asked, sliding a slice of lemon cake across the table. Leo looked at his mom

Leo almost choked. Pot? Quarter million? Was his mom a secret poker shark? But then she laughed—a throaty, dangerous sound he’d never heard. “You know I can’t resist a bluff, Johnny. But you’ll have to come here. The Harvest Festival. I’ll be running the cake walk.” She wasn’t naughty in the way the neighbors would whisper

Leo stepped out of the crowd. “Mom.”