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“Oh,” Meg called. “You can make some for the garage, the strip club, and me.” She looked at the shirt in her hands and laughed. “Lots for me.”

King just shook his head.

“Some things don’t really change, do they?” I laughed.

Even after six years, Meg and the girls were still up to their antics.

“Oh, I’m going to need some space to set up shop. Right now, I have everything on our dining room table, and Rigid isn’t exactly cool with it.” Cyn rolled her eyes. “Grumpy old man.”

Cyn and Meg moved to the pool table, where they laid the shirt out and rambled on about all of the shirts they were going to make.

“You know they are going to set up shop in here, right?” King asked.

I nodded but shrugged. “As long as that doesn’t happen tonight, it’ll be good.” I couldn’t even count how many times the girls had started new hobbies. When I was a freshman in high school, Meg had been on a crocheting kick, and my freaking bookbag was crocheted. Yeah, I was super cool that first year of high school, thanks to Meg.

King clapped me on the shoulder and laughed. “Yeah, one night is about all I will be able to hold them off. I’m surprised Rigid didn’t haul that heat press over here right away.”

As long as he waited until tomorrow, I would be fine.

That was all I was going to need.

I knew Lennox was a little worried about our meeting, but I wasn’t.

For three years, we had gotten to know each other.

She was what I wanted, and nothing was going to keep me away from her.

It was time for some good in my life, and I was going to hold on tight to it. Even with a possible T-shirt shop setting up in the common room.

It was all good.

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Chapter Sixteen

Lennox

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