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“I think it’s a great idea,” Cannel finally chimed in. “I can’t say that I’ve been the best sister-in-law through the years…” She trailed off. “But I want to fix that. And if I have to come to Florida to do it, then I will.”

I smiled at my sister.

God, I loved her.

I was so glad that she was better, too.

Her being sex-trafficked right out of the supermarket parking lot near the Air Force base in Florida had changed a lot of lives that day, the most of all hers. She’d had a lot of hurdles to get over lately, but she was scaling each better and better as the days passed.

“So when are you leaving?” Shine asked, looking the most sullen of the bunch. “What about that party for her welcoming home you were talking about?”

“We’ll have to postpone it a few months.” I shrugged. “We leave tomorrow.”

CHAPTER 16

Motherfuckers think they can have their cake and eat it, too. Well, wrong bakery, bitch.

-Dory to Bram

BRAM

We were in Florida exactly twenty-three hours later.

“What do you think?” I asked as I pulled into the driveway of the house that we would be making our home for the next few months.

I looked over to find Dory’s mouth all but falling open.

“It’s… gorgeous!” she exclaimed. “Holy cow! You weren’t kidding about being on the water! Look at this!”

I looked at where she was directing and grinned. “Yeah, the water literally comes up to the back porch. It’s going to be extremely nice not to have to mow weekly.”

There was no grass at all anywhere around the house. It was all landscaped rock, which I assumed was because of the water.

Not that I really knew shit about tides.

I was born in East Texas. There wasn’t a fuckin’ tide to be seen anywhere near us.

“We need a boat,” she murmured. “Then again, I don’t know if I can handle a boat. I can barely handle the rocking of the car.”

Truer shit had never been said.

Her hyperemesis diagnosis from Dr. Proctor had all but taken care of with her excess intake ofonlysweets and the occasionalhealthy meal with the ingestion of nausea meds. We were handling it much better than we were last week at this time.

“I think I might like to have a boat,” I agreed with her assessment. “Though, just sayin’, but I’m not sure how well I would know how to navigate a whole ocean.”

She started to giggle, and I felt my heart pound.

God, her laugh.

Her smile.

Her everything.

I got out of the car to keep from snatching her to me and burying my face in her throat.

I tried to move very slow when it came to her. Tried to allow her to make all the moves.

But dammit, it was getting harder and harder as the days went on.

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