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“On it,” Cam says.

“I’m so sorry this happened.” I wipe the tears off my cheeks.

“It’s not your fault, Shelby. You didn’t shoot us. He did,” Dom says. “We’ll catch him.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

SHELBY

Cam walks into the living room and sits down beside me. “How are you doing, gorgeous?”

“Fine. What’s up?” My hand makes a circle over his face. “What’s with this expression?”

Please, God, don’t let something have happened. I can’t take anymore.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve had a birthday surprise planned for a while, but with everything that happened…” He scratches his blonde hair. “Go pack for three days. We need this, and I’ll go tell the guys.”

My eyes shoot wide. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“No, I want it to be a surprise,” he calls over his shoulder.

“Cam, you need to tell me what to pack!” I throw my hands up in the air.

He stops. “Bathing suit, a nice dress, jeans, shorts, and tops.”

Two hours later, we sit on the plane, waiting to take off. Mav slides in next to me and takes my hand, swinging them back and forth.

I lean over and whisper, “Where are we going?”

“I’m not going to tell you.” He kisses my nose.

“Dammit,” I say, straightening up.

A few hours later, we touch down. At the bottom of the ramp where we disembark, a limo waits for us.

“I love you, but I don’t need this stuff.” I wave toward the limo.

He laughs, standing at the base of the stairs. “This isn’t just for you. It’s for us, too. We’re spoiled.”

“So spoiled.” Mav jumps into the limo.

Luke sticks his nose in the air and struts to the limo. “I do hope the caviar is cold this time.”

Dom comes down next. “Please take us to the Marriott in Buttes, and the Cristal I requested better be chilled.” He swishes his hand over his shoulder like he’s swishing his hair back.

The limo driver’s face is pinched, like he’s trying to hold back his laughter, but he’s trying his best to be professional. Mav and Luke didn’t faze him, but when Dom comes out, he snorts.

He’s not the only one. I bend over laughing and almost pee my pants.

Cam ushers me into the limo, and I slide in, holding my side.

I wipe the tears from my eyes. “Thank you, Dom. I needed that. To see a big, hulky guy swish his hair—” I can’t finish because I’m laughing so hard. “Where are we?”

“Arizona.” Cam links his hand through mine.

My eyebrows pop up. “What the hell are we doing in Arizona?”

“We’re here to relax and enjoy ourselves. Don’t worry about anything.” Cam smiles.

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