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“Oh my God! Jan, I’m thirty years old. And you know Tommy, or Buck, does, anyway.”

“So? He could be a lunatic, for all you know. Did you have sex with him? Did you use protection?”

“Jan, I am going to hang up now and pretend this phone call never happened.”

“Wait! I’m sorry,” she yelled, and I paused, willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“Why? Are you going to try to slut shame me anymore?”

“Slut shame you? No! I wasn’t trying to do that. It’s just you’re my baby cousin. I used to babysit you, for fuck’s sake. I mean, last time we talked you were still moaning about still being a, you know,” she muttered, and it finally clicked.

She was worried. Warmth filled me at the thought. It had been a very long time since anyone concerned themselves with my well-being. Not since my parents, anyway.

I appreciated it. I did. But I was an adult, and I needed a friend, not a babysitter.

“Okay, I get it. And I am going to say this once. Jan, I am not a baby, and thanks to Tommy, I am not a virgin either,” I blurted.

“YESSSS! That’s it, I’m putting Delani and Rena on, and you are going to tell us everything!”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. One minute, Jan was screaming at me, and the next minute it was likeGossip Girlon a party line.

Or I assumed it was. I never really got into that show.

“Everyone on?”Jan asked.

“Yep. I’m here,”Del said, and sounded like she was snacking.

“Me too,”Rena piped in.

“Alright, Camryn. Tell us what happened,”Jan said.

“And don’t weave wanything wout,”Delani added.

“Girl, swallow your food first before you choke,”Rena chided.

“Are you three finished?” I asked, highly amused and not wanting to admit it.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I began, and then yeah, I told them about it.

CHAPTER TWELVE-TOMMY

Icursed as I looked at the time.

I’d planned on showering and heading right over to Camryn’s apartment, well, I would as soon as I tracked down her address.

But one of my engineers called with a problem. Soon, what should have been an hour delay max became four hours, as one by one the problems snowballed.

By the time I finished fixing shit, it was later than I’d intended.

Fuck.

Frustrated at my own failure to go to her immediately, I was just headed to my car, Camryn’s address in hand courtesy of a little online espionage, when Buck and Sonny pulled in behind me.

“What the fuck do you guys want?” I barked, feeling less than cordial.

“You dick,” Buck growled, hopping out of the front seat. “Did you seriously fuck my wife’s little cousin last night?”

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