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“Good. That would be my preference too.” I lean forward and pin him with a don’t fuck with me stare. “Do not tell Molly you heard a thing. She’ll die of embarrassment.”

He stares at me with wide eyes. “Why the fuck you think I waited until she went upstairs, you filthy, sister-corrupting gremlin?”

I cover my mouth with one hand.

“Don’t you dare laugh,” Remy warns.

“Hey, you asked me to move in. I had a whole-ass apartment of my own where you wouldn’t have heard a thing.”

“You’re right.” He sighs and picks up his plate. “Just, please, for my sanity…I’ll be at the bar all afternoon, so go nuts. But…Jesus.”

“Wait.” I hate that I’m about to ask this. “How bad is it? What’s the sound radius we’re talking about? Like, could you hear…things…all the way upstairs?”

He grits his teeth. “No. Thank God.”

I blow out a relieved breath. “Okay.”

He returns to glaring.

A couple dozen smart-ass comments come to mind but I wash them down with another sip of coffee, then stand and clear the table.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Griff

We came home too late to install the mirror. Especially after Remy’s noise complaints. But it’s my first project of the day. We’d gone to sleep after some extremely quiet snuggle-fucking.

My room’s eerily quiet.

And chilly.

I pry my eyes open. Barely any light filters through the small, high window.

Molly’s side is empty.

I sit up, listening for any sounds. She must be in the bathroom.

I lie back down, waiting for her to return. My eyes close briefly, then snap back open.

Throwing off the covers, I roll out of bed and yawn, scrubbing my hand over my face. My girl said she had a very specific way she wanted to wake up this morning.

And she has to go back to school later tonight.

Nope, don’t think about that now.

The hallway’s dark. “Molly?” She’s not on the couch.

The bathroom door’s open and it’s dark inside.

Where the fuck did she go?

I return to my room and grab a pair of gym shorts from my dresser. If Remy didn’t want to hear us, I’m pretty sure that means he doesn’t want to run into me with my balls swinging in the breeze either.

Is she having second thoughts? Oh, fuck, I hope she’s not upset about going back to campus tonight. She’s going if I have to drop her off myself. I will not be the reason she starts skipping classes.

I open the back door and peer outside. The porch is clear. Her car’s in the driveway.

Moving through the dark house, I check the couch, and the laundry room. It’s a big house but there are only a handful of spots where Molly spends a lot of time.

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