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Micah: I can’t move after yoga. I’ll be here, dead on the floor, if anyone needs me. Fucking namaste.

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WELL-SEXED

Goldie

“Here we go! Let’s get that blood moving. It’s good for your heart and your joints. Who’s with me?”

“I’m with you!” Trippy screams from where she stands to my right. “Let’s go, girl!”

I glance over at my bodyguard on my opposite side.

Officer Rocco Monroe.

A Miami PD SWAT team member who has mentioned that it’s his day off more than once. He complained to King about being here, but since King kissed me and took off for the money drop, Rocco looks like he’s making the best of a crappy situation having to stay with me.

Until now, my last twenty-four hours have consisted of hiding away in my apartment with King.

I am well-fed, well-rested, and well-sexed.

The man does not mess around in the kitchen or the bedroom.

But before I finally passed out last night, he informed me that he had a friend who was going to hang out with me today sinceDex knew there was no way I’d be at the money pick up. King also thought it would be a good idea not to stay at my apartment.

I guess King thinks that the last place Dex and his cronies would look for me would be at a retirement community.

When he dropped me off at Trippy’s apartment, Rocco was already waiting on me. If I remember correctly, Rocco’s exact words were, “Not in this lifetime or the next would I have thought that this would be my life when I agreed to let a bunch of government agents unofficially adopt me. You fuckers really know how to take advantage of a guy.”

But at least he was wise enough to say it when Trippy was making one last trip to the bathroom so she didn’t wet herself during line dancing.

King slapped Rocco on the shoulder, gave me one last kiss, and was off to pick up cash from the cartel side of my family.

“All I know is my SWAT team had better never catch wind that I’m line dancing at a senior center,” Rocco mutters as we all shuffle to the left four counts and clap. “I’ll have to quit and move to Canada.”

“Back the other way with a quarter turn! One, two, three, and clap!” the leader yells over the PA system as we shuffle back.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper loud enough that he can hear me over the song from a time before he was born. It has more twang than my mother when she’s fired up about something. “I feel horrible this is how you’re spending your day off. Maybe it won’t take very long.”

Before Rocco can answer, an old lady saddles up next to Trippy. “Who are your guests?”

Trippy frowns at the lady whose hair is pitch black and shaped like a big bubble with enough hairspray, I wonder if she put a hole in the ozone. Not a strand on her head moves as she adds a little twirl to her shuffle and claps.

“None of your business, Norma. Go back to your side of the room. You’re crowding me.”

My eyes widen as I shoot a glance at Rocco. His light brown eyes shine with amusement.

“Back three steps! Come on, get those hips movin’ and groovin’!” the leader bosses.

“I’m just saying, you know the rules,” Norma quips on another spin as she dances around sweet Trippy like she’s sizing her up for a showdown. “One guest allowed for extra-curricular activities. The way I see it, you have two.”

“If you don’t get outta my way, I’ll light a match and that helmet on your head will go up in a poof of flames.”

Norma puts a hand up and pats the bees’ nest behind her ear. “I just got it set for the week, thank you very much.”

“Rock forward and back! Now swing around for a quarter turn!” the leader yells with a frown on her face as she zeroes in on the exchange between Trippy and Norma. “Let’s respect each other’s space, friends.”

Norma doesn’t respect anything and keeps verbally jabbing at King’s mother. “I saw that little girl driving that spectacle you wasted your retirement on. Everyone is talking about your golf cart. They can see it coming from a mile away. You look like a shriveled-up Barbie Doll from yesteryear.”

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