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I would never move in there.

I bit my lip, not wanting to tell her, mostly because I didn’t want to have her lying for me.

And she would.

If anyone knew overprotectiveness, it was her.

Though, that overprotective instinct came from all the men in her life, not just her brothers.

Having a cop for a husband who’d almost witnessed you die…that tended to amp up the protective streak.

Not that I blamed poor Auden.

“I didn’t.” I left it at that.

“Didn’t how?” Milena leaned forward.

“If I tell you, I’d have to kill you,” I teased.

She smirked. “You couldn’t kill me if you tried.”

I gasped. “I so could, too!”

“No, you couldn’t.” Maven snickered. “You accidentally stepped on the cat’s tail last week, and you called me crying about it for an hour.”

Well, that was different…

“That was different,” I grumbled, echoing my thoughts.

“It’s not different, and you know it.” Milena snickered. “There was this one time when she was taking me to college. The college has this long ass drive, and so you kind of wind back onyourself a bit as you go through the trees. I was getting her to drive me because I’d just had my wisdom teeth out and I was under the influence of Vicodin. We turn down the drive, and she accidentally runs over a squirrel. When we turn back toward the direction of where she hit it, she could still see it struggling, and she started to cry so hard that I had to go finish it off with a shovel from the groundskeeper. And drive her back to the road with her eyes closed.”

“That was awful,” I admitted. “I never want to run over another animal again.”

And stepping on Rudy’s tail was awful.

He was a feral cat that my sister tried, and failed, to domesticate.

The vet had told her that he had some health problems when she trapped him to get him neutered, but ol’ Rudy was still going strong.

Movement had me turning my head toward it.

The man at the bar caught my eye again, and I nearly had a heart attack when I realized he was staring right at me.

“Your cobwebs are making themselves known,” Milena drawled.

I flipped her off. “Fuck you.”

“You haven’t gotten laid in a while?” Maven teased.

I sighed. “I haven’t gotten laid in a while.”

“How long is a while?”

I changed the subject.

“What’s the plan with your hair, Milena? Are you going to keep it or dye it next week?” I asked.

Years ago, we’d thought it would be awesome to all have the same hair color like we did when we were kids, and I’d gone from black hair to blonde. I loved being blonde, but I hated the upkeep it took to make it happen. That, and my hair felt like it would break with a stiff wind the more I dyed it.

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