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ME: I NEED YOU TO GET A VEST THAT’LL FIT SUTTON AND A PROPERTY PATCH TO GO WITH IT.
TJ: WOW. THAT WAS FAST.
ME: WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW
TJ: YOU SURE ABOUT THIS, BRO? THAT’S A BIG STEP. HUGE.
ME: WERE YOU SURE ABOUT GIGI?
TJ: TOUCHE
ME: WE’VE SPENT A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER. WE’VE TALKED ABOUT WHAT WE WANT OUR FUTURE TO BE. I KNOW HER LIKE I’VE NEVERREALLY KNOWN A WOMAN BEFORE. SHE’S THE ONE, TJ. I FEEL IT IN MY BONES.
TJ: I’M HAPPY FOR YOU, KYLE. REALLY HAPPY.
ME: THANKS
TJ: I’LL TAKE CARE OF IT. WHEN YOU GONNA DO IT?
ME: AFTER CHURCH TONIGHT IF YOU CAN GET IT DONE.
TJ: YOU DON’T ASK FOR MUCH, DO YA?
ME: SORRY
TJ: I’LL DO MY BEST. WE’VE GOT THAT LADY WHO MAKES ALL OUR PATCHES. I’LL TELL HER IT’S FOR A LOVE SICK FOOL.
ME: TELL HER WHATEVER YOU NEED TO GET THE JOB DONE. TELL HER THERE’S A HUNDRED BUCKS IN IT FOR HER IF SHE FINISHES IT BY SUNSET.
TJ: ANYTHING ELSE, TASKMASTER?
ME: THINK YOU CAN MAKE SURE ALL THE OL’ LADIES ARE PRESENT TONIGHT?
TJ: SHOULDN’T BE TOO HARD. YOU WANT ME TO CALL YOUR MA?
ME: NO. I’LL DO THAT
TJ: HAVE YOU TALKED TO RAFE YET?
ME: I’M GONNA TAKE A RIDE OVER TO HIS PLACE IN A BIT.
TJ: OKAY. SEE YOU TONIGHT.
I shove my phone in my hip pocket and grab a cup of coffee. When I carry it in the bedroom, Sutton’s eyes pop open.
“I wondered where you’d gone,” she murmurs.
Setting the mug down, I plant two fists on the mattress and lean to kiss her gently on the mouth. “Mornin’, babe.”
“Good morning.” She stretches like a cat—a well-satisfied cat.
“You sleep well?”
“I slept great.” Her stomach rumbles.
“Sounds like I need to feed my woman.”
“I am starved.”
