Candy’s Wild Bet: Outrunning the Storm with Jimmy Chilla
The horizon darkened as storm clouds gathered, the air charged with the tension of a coming downpour. Candy Chilla adjusted her boots, her emerald eyes flashing with mischief. She turned to Jimmy Chilla, his shirtless frame standing steady against the wind, as if even nature couldn’t move him.
“That storm’s catching up,” Jimmy said, his voice calm despite the distant...
