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Knowing her luck, it would be both, plus Godzilla would rise from the sea and destroy her. Not the world, not the West Coast. Just. Her.

She heaved a weary sigh.

Maybe the ladies at yoga had some suggestions on where she could stay.

If not, she could look at getting another van. Though, the idea of spending the winter in the van was about as appealing as sharing a shower with … well, Orrin. The last two winters, she made sure she was in warm states. This was her first winter in a state where they got snow, since leaving North Dakota.

Pushing open the bathroom door, she took stock of the space that had now been desecrated by Orrin. She’d been so looking forward to a shower, but now she wasn’t so sure.

Yes, if she’d been in the dorms, she would have had to deal with a communal shower and been fine with it. But the whole point of paying extra for a private room and bathroom was so that she didn’t have to.

Work had been great. The sex with Dom had been great.

Then her brain joined the equation again, having been busted free from the trunk of the car after her clit and vagina crashed it. And now, she couldn’t even wash away the debacle of the day without feeling ick.

Was San Camanez as magical as everyone said? Or was her own misfortune too powerful for the magic here? Hopefully, the women at yoga could help. Otherwise, Chloe might just have to pick up and move on … again.

CHAPTER TEN

“Haveagoodday,buddy,” Dom said, kissing Silas on the head before his son boarded the school bus Thursday morning.

“You too, Dad.” He paused on the top step of the bus. “The forecast said rain, so I packed my rain pants.”

Dom gave him a thumbs up. “I think that was a great idea.”

Once all the kids were loaded onto the bus, Dom and his brothers spun around and walked back toward the pub in the drizzle.

“So …” Wyatt probed, bumping his shoulder into Dom’s, “how’d it go last night?”

Dom grunted. Unwilling to dish about what had transpired between Chloe and he. Because it really wasn’t anybody’s fucking business. Just because they were his brothers did not mean they had unfettered access to his love life—or lack thereof. The other three may be happy in new relationships and be fine discussing things, but Dom was not. Just because they shared parents, property, and a business didn’t mean he sharedeverythingwith them.

“How’d what go?” Clint asked.

Fuck.

Wyatt and his big fucking mouth.

“Dom had me come over and sit while Silas slept so he could go back down to the bar when Chloe was closing up.”

Bennett, Clint, and Jagger’s brows all lifted high. Normally, Jagger didn’t walk the kids to school with them, but they were going to have a staff meeting—the five of them that morning—so he joined them to the bus stop.

“And?” Clint asked.

“And?” Dom mocked, still not willing to give them an inch.

He fucked up. It was a one-time mistake that never needed to be repeated. There was no need to discuss it.

“What happened?” Bennett asked. “You can’t leave us hanging.”

Dom rolled his eyes. “Nothing …”

“They totally boned,” Jagger said with a scoff. “He’d be dismissive very quickly and far more casual if nothing happened. But look at these shoulders.” Playfully, he grabbed Dom by the shoulders from behind and gave them a squeeze. “So damn tense. A guilty man wouldn’t be this tightly wound. Not to mention the hickey on his neck. You can’t tell me you burned yourself straightening your hair and expect me to believe it.”

Fuck.

“That’s tricky,” Clint mused, the look of surprise in his eyes clouded by one of concern. “You’re her boss, bro.”

Dom exhaled loudly in irritation. “Yeah, I know.”

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