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“It says… That’s weird.”

“It’s not in the house?” I asked.

“No. I think it’s with her, but I don’t know this address.”

Zeke was starting to stir, finally. “Text me the address. I have to finish something up, then I’ll go get her.”

“Okay.”

I frowned, hearing an edge in her voice. “What is it?”

She sighed. “I—I just don’t know if I should be worried, annoyed, or ready to murder her. This week’s been a lot. She’s grieving, and she’s doing it in her way, but this is the second time she’s slipped out without telling us.”

Well, fuck. “Third time.”

“What?”

I coughed, now seeing Zeke’s eyes open. “She snuck out last night too.”

“What?” she clipped out. “How do you know this? When did you know this?”

“She came to the office earlier today and came clean, but only because she had to explain something she needed to ask me about.”

“What did she need to ask you about?”

I turned away and lowered my voice. “Let’s talk about this when I get home. When we’re done here, I’ll get her.”

“How long is that going to be?” There was still an edge to her voice.

I winced. My wife was not happy, and I wasn’t sure if waiting for our homecoming would calm her down or work her up.

Zeke was sitting up now, and he had a hand to his head, grimacing in pain.

Logan returned after walking Taylor back outside. She’d not been happy with us. I saw him process the situation in one second. An indifferent mask fell into place, and he moved around to sit across from Zeke, a mocking smirk on his face. I knew my brother. He was still hoping for some fun to be had. Our weird torture earlier hadn’t been enough to quench his thirst for destruction.

“I don’t know,” I told Sam. “Just…” I let out a breath. “Go to sleep if you can. We’ll tackle this tomorrow.”

“Fine,” she bit out before ending the call. She didn’t say goodbye.

I frowned at the phone.

“She’s pissed?” Logan asked.

I pocketed the phone, approaching him with a grim look.

He flinched. “Sorry.”

“Thinking your doghouse isn’t too far from mine.”

He snorted before leaning forward in his seat. He cocked his head to the side. “How’s your head?” His voice rose. “Does it hurt? I’m hoping it hurts. Along with your stomach, youcrazy motherfucker.”

Zeke winced, leaning away from Logan’s intensity. “Jesus. Lower your voice. I’m in pain here. What happened?”

Logan shook his head. “Don’t play fucking dumb.” His restlessness was back. He was pissed, and he was about to unleash on Zeke Allen.

I leaned back against the wall, getting comfortable.

Zeke looked around the room, but his eyes never strayed far from me. An unfocused and blank expression filled his gaze every time he saw me, as if he was making sure I wasn’t an apparition. He blinked a few times, then rubbed his eyes.

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