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It would be fun in the next couple of years to see who won that standoff. My money was on Wake, especially with how cute Wakely was.

I closed the baby-danger-zone door and walked with Morrigan to the other side, opening the passenger side door for her and helping her in before I walked around to the passenger side front seat.

Once I was in, I said, “We need to head to my place.”

“Mine,” I heard a croak out of the back.

Wake turned to me with a raised brow, waiting for me to give him the last word.

I opened my mouth to tell him my place when there was an enraged, disembodied voice filling the car.

CHAPTER 9

A single sperm contains 37.5 MB of DNA information. One ejaculation represents a 16K GB data transfer. That’s equivalent to 62 MacBook Pros.

-Text from Folsom to Morrigan

AODHAN

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t find out that you were in the hospital!” a female’s voice sounded over the Bluetooth speaker in Wake’s SUV.

She closed her eyes with a weary sigh. “Folsom…”

“Uhh,” Wake said, unsure how a person had just started speaking out of his car who was trying to get a hold of me. Not him. “What’s going on?”

“That’s Folsom,” I said, realizing it was Morrigan’s best friend. “And I don’t think she intended not to call you. That might be my fault, Folsom. Morrigan was attacked at the gas station this morning. He choked her, and she has a lot of swelling around her throat. She can barely speak.”

“I know,” Folsom snapped. “I found out via a red flag that popped up on my computer when I woke up this morning to get my child to school.”

So she was pissed.

Noted.

“You’re taking her home?” Folsom asked.

“I’m taking her home,” I explained. “But I’m staying the night due to a possible concussion.”

“You stay with her or I’ll kill you.” She paused. “And don’t hurt her again, or I’ll kill you a second time.”

Then she was gone.

Morrigan pinched the bridge of her nose, mortified with her best friend.

I winced.

The words she’d said sliced a new, ever-filling hole inside of my heart, reminding me just how badly I’d fucked up.

As if I didn’t have enough guilt, there was more, piling it higher and higher.

“She sounds nice,” I offered.

“How did she just get on there and do that?” Wake asked. “I don’t even have this car hooked up to my phone. Let alone some random’s phone.”

I winced at Morrigan being called random.

Morrigan’s eyes flared, and I could tell that she was pissed as hell at Wake’s chosen words.

She wasn’t random.

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