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Ruben: Good

Jude: How’re you doing?

Ruben: Feel like I’m dying

Ruben: London gets me out of bed every day

Ruben: But the lasagna made me eat so that’s something

Liam: Hey! That’s great

Liam: You ever need to talk, we’re here.

CHAPTER 45

MIA

When a knock soundsat the door, I draw my head out of the closet where I’m attempting to store my clothes.

I didn’t take into account how much Cole has.

“Emptied a quarter out for me, my ass.” I stomp over to the door, dragging it open without checking who’s on the other side first. “What?”

Gracie merely arches a brow at me. “Stressed?”

It’s hard to stop myself from bristling.

I don’t know if we’ll ever get to a place where I don’t feel that way around her—she looks at me like she still thinks I’m a traitor, and I still can’t believe I betrayed her.

It doesn’t make for a comfortable interaction.

“Cole has too many clothes.”

“He told me you were moving in today.” She peers over my shoulder. “I didn’t even know he liked cats.”

“Well, he might not, but he doesn’t hate mine.” I hitch a shoulder. “He’s at the stadium.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.”

Immediately, I tense. “What do you want?”

“I heard something through the grapevine.”

“About?”

“Your mom?”

Inside, I can feel myself close down. “What about her?”

“She was murdered.”

“Did Cole tell you?”

“No. I read about it on this damn blog that knows way too much about the team.” She pauses. “I’ve no idea who her source is or I’d have stamped it out.” Her sniff tells me that the ‘stamping out’ would be hella painful. “Is it true?”

My fingers tighten on the door. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

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