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Take an overdue breath.

With the way everything keeps going, I’m not so sure when I’ll get the chance to take another.

For now, though?

I’m simply grateful for this one.

Our girl.

Our boyfriend.

And the lengths we’re all prepared to go to in order to protect this family from whatever or whoever lies on the road ahead.

Chapter 22

Bunny

Sweeping our entire place for bugs was the easy part.

Explaining ourselves and situations, on the other hand…

Not so much.

Kipp adjusts the arm he has wrapped around my shoulder to give me more room for my frantic scribblings that I know are making him uneasy.

After all, it’s the only logical feeling about having the words “I Ran” inked in his skin over and over again by the woman who literally tried to run away while he was sleeping.

I told him it was in reference to the song.

Which was the last song that Victor Garcia, the attorney our boyfriend contacted, played while we checked around for listening devices.

That seemed to do the opposite of help.

Probably because The Kid is jealous and only becoming more so with each passing minute Garcia sticks around.

I think it’s kind of cute.

And a little entertaining.

Garcia laughs louder with Mutt at the kitchen table on the other side of the room causing The Kid to quietly mumble under his breath, “He’s not that fucking funny.”

“You just don’t get the joke.”

“Do you?!” he snaps in a hushed tone.

“No…” digging harder into the letter R due to the pen beginning to run out of ink occurs between statements. “But it’s clearly an inside joke, so I wouldn’t.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?!”

“Nope.”

Nolan laughs a little louder once more prompting Kipp to grumble, “Does that?”

“Nope.”

“So, just me?”

“Yup.”

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