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He smiles. An actual, genuine smile. Dimples and all. Rare.

“I’ll see you for mental health night?”

“Yep.”

“Any of the guest room beds are comfier than the couch.”

“Shh!” I cast a wary glance toward the living room. “She’ll hear you.”

His cat-like eyes crinkle at the corners. “There’s more in the fridge.”

I start to slide off the stool. “Don’t tell Sid I like it.”

I feellike I’ve slept five minutes when Sid shakes me awake.

“Go away,” I groan.

“We have to be at the arena soon. You should head home and get changed.”

“Nngh.” I rub my eyes. “Go away.”

“You hate it when you’re late.”

Ugh.I hate it when he’s right.

My eyes blink open. “We roll together?”

“Nah. Ty got in late. I want to…” He grins. “Y’know.”

“Horny fucka.” I stretch my arms over my head. “Let the man sleep.”

He smirks. “Who said he needs to be up?”

And now I’m up.“Hot!”

He laughs and backs toward the staircase. “Don’t be late.”

“Nah, you can’t drop that visual and run. Can I watch?”

“And have my fiancé commit double homicide?”

“Mm.” I swing my legs to sit upright. “I wouldn’t share Salem either.”

Sid chuckles as my eyes widen. “Yeah, you said that out loud.”

I shrug. “He ain’t a silencer in the sheets is all I’m sayin’.

“Word? Man, scoop him up and stop playing.”

“Yo, can I take the Lambo?”

“Which one? Let me guess. The Revontón?”

“That’s my baby,” I croon.

“Bet. You know where the fob is.”

CHAPTER 34

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