Page 147 of Breaking the Rules

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A metaphor for the world.

Rocky shores most of the time.

Barely anything to guide the way.

But something.

And, fuck, when you find that, you need to hold on tightly.

I swallow hard.

It's everything, hearing from Wes, but that isn't the beacon of hope that's guiding me.

My beacon of hope is sending me to even more treacherous waters.

Wes: Do you realize there's a babe doing your bidding?

Hunter: A babe?

Wes: She sounded hot. This Emma who called the shop to invite everyone to your birthday party.

Hunter: Even if she did, is she really "a babe?"

Wes: Yeah. She is. Should have seen Chase's face when he picked up.

Fuck, I can see it now.

Hunter: He was delighted?

Wes: Yeah, like a polar bear in Arizona.

Hunter: That's specific.

Wes: Our AC is busted.

Hunter: And you're running?

Wes: We're closed for the day.

Hunter: Only for the day?

Wes: For a few days. Cash flow issues. We'll work it out.

If Wes is mentioning any issue, it's already huge.

Blacklist Tattoo is in trouble.

Wes, Chase, and Griffin are talented artists. They'll find new gigs easily. But not together.

This means the end of our surrogate family.

If I can still claim my place inourfamily.

Wes: You aren't telling me about this Emma babe.

Hunter: How do you know she's a babe?

Wes: Get with the times, Hunter. I checked her social media.

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