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Leo: You couldn’t find what you need in Boston?

Tory: I didn't look that hard, to be honest. Besides, I have my beauty stores here.

I didn't need much, just candles and incense.

Leo: So, besides new moon and full moon rituals, do you do other stuff?

Debbie was looking at me with a smile.

"What?" I asked, and she made a gesture to zip her lips. I remembered we were in the silent area, so I focused on my conversation again.

Tory: Yes. Those are the easiest. I'd love to do more with star events, but I'd need a telescope for that.

Leo: I can't fucking wait for you to be back.

I sucked in a breath. What would happen upon my return? I wasn't even ready to think about it. Would things go back to the way they were before? No, that wasn't really possible. Besides, the man had just asked me for sexy pics. That was a clear sign that he didn't want to ignore our night together, and that was what I wanted to hear.

Tory: I can't wait to be back either.

Chapter Sixteen

Leo

On Sunday, Spencer, Maddox, Cade, Nick, and I went together to watch the Red Sox play. We hadn’t gone to a game in a long while. The energy at the stadium was infectious even though the game was slow. But that gave us an opportunity to catch up.

"All right, who won yesterday?" I asked. I’d had to skip our weekly tennis match because I had a meeting with a developer.

"Gabe and me. I felt fantastic. I've actually slept great this week, so I'm invincible," Spencer informed us.

Cade and I looked at each other and laughed. We had a secret understanding that we didn't even realize was an understanding until we’d caught each other doing it. Since Spencer became a dad, his game had understandably faltered, what with lack of sleep and everything, so on occasion, we let him win. I mean, how many times in a row could a dude lose the game before throwing in the towel?

Lately, though, he was becoming more and more cocky—or should I say, he had the typical Whitley cockiness back. So next time, we’d go hard on him. Which was fine by me. I had so much energy lately that I could probably play tennis by myself the whole day and still not get tired. I was pumped up.

I also had far too much sexual energy I needed to get rid of. I was picking up Tory later this afternoon, and I needed to take the edgeoff before then. Her short time in New Orleans had been rough, and I needed to make sure she was okay before we took things any further.

We all started to watch the game. They were batting and doing a shitty job at it. Nick went to the bathroom, claiming he wasn’t sure if he was returning to watch the rest of this nightmare. He and I were the biggest Red Sox fans, so games like these were hard to watch. Fortunately, they were far and few between, but still, we wanted to see a win.

I started to laugh. “Anyone feel cheated? What are we even doing here?”

"Dude, you’re in a surprisingly good mood," Cade said.

"Hell yes, I am."

"Even with the Red Sox losing spectacularly? You’re usually insufferable when that happens," Spencer said. "What gives?"

"Why shouldn't I be? Everything is working out great.”

"How’s your roommate?" Cade asked with a shit-eating grin.

"Good," I said. "And she's not my roommate, just my housemate."

"Yeah, po-tay-toes, po-tah-toes."

"I think Gran is barking up the wrong tree this time," Spencer said.

"You would always think that, though," Maddox replied.

I snorted. "Let me guess: Gran thinks Tory and I are—and I quote, because I would never say these words myself—‘meant for each other’?" I started to laugh. "She never gives up, huh?"

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