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She reads them, and her mouth falls open. “It does say that.” She chuckles and reads the instructions out loud. “The person who most recently pooped begins as the Card Czar…”

Cin claps her hands. “That doesn’t sound so bad. Let’s play.”

“Before we start, does anyone need a drink?” Nick asks.

Nick pours drinks for everyone. The first round is funny, but as the night goes on, the crazy factor of the game escalates.

The alcohol may make it funnier, but I’ve never laughed so much.

Some of the things the cards come up with are too funny. One answer makes Mav spew beer. Unfortunately for Dom, Mav spewed the beer all over his face.

The room drops silent before Sam snorts, causing us to bust out laughing. Even Dom chuckles as he wipes his face off on his brother’s shirt, making Mav shout indignantly. Life should be about having fun and laughing at stupid shit.

We’ll be okay with everything that’s happened to us and whatever may come because my guys are with me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

SHELBY

My alarm goes off, but I can’t find my phone.

I try to sit up to reach it, but an arm stretches around my chest and stomach, stopping my motion. So, instead, my arm flails about before my hand lands on it, slapping at it until it turns off.

“Thank God. I was about ready to shoot it.” Mav groans.

“Well, it would have been easier to find if someone would have moved,” I say.

“I was comfortable. Ugh, why did we drink so much last night?” Cam lies between my legs, his head resting on my stomach, where he tries to bury his face.

As I chuckle, his head bounces up and down. “I don’t know, birthday boy. It was your idea.”

Mav is on my right. Luke is behind Mav on the bed, and Dom is on the couch. We’re dressed, so we didn’t fool around. I rub my tired eyes.

“What time do we have to be at the airport?” I ask, yawning.

“It’s a private plane, so it leaves when we tell it to.” Sarcasm drips from Dom’s tired voice.

Dom lifts his arm off his face when he’s greeted by silence.

Swallowing, he meets my eyes, then glances at his phone. “We told them we would be there in an hour.”

Pounding echoes through the room.

“Wake up, assholes, we need to go!” Nick yells from the other side of the door.

“It’s our plane!” Mav shouts back, making me wince since his head is buried in my neck.

“I’m coming in. I don’t want to yell through the door,” Nick says.

“Come in,” I reply.

He opens the door and rubs his temple. I’ve never seen Nick drunk until last night. He likes to be in control. But damn, he’s a hoot when he’s drunk and relaxed.

“You own the plane, but we told them we would be there in an hour. It would be rude to be late. They have to file flight plans.” Logical Nick is back.

“Fine, we’ll get ready to leave.” Luke stretches his arms.

“Not until I have caffeine.” I push Cam. “Off. I need to pee.”

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