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I didn’t waste time toasting it and sloppily slapped cream cheese on the slices. I was reaching for a paper towel when I noticed the empty coffee carafe.

“You know the rules. Whoever drinks the last cup makes a new pot.”

With my bagel in hand, needing to make a quick escape because now my stomach was cramping, I barely stopped when Hayden returned, “There was a full pot when I left. How much?—”

“Sorry,” Khloe sweetly interrupted. “I drank the last of it. I’ll make more.”

“I got it, babe.”

Barf.

With my back to the couple I rolled my eyes and immediately regretted it when a wave of nausea washed over me. I hustled to my room, not giving the coffee-guzzling-bitch another thought.

I took my bagel to my bed, shoved my laptop to the side, and ate with my eyes closed, hoping I didn’t vomit with that woman in my house. I was what one would call a loud upchucker. It was a curse. It was never pretty. And it rarely happened unless I drank too many Bloody Marys.

An hour later I was praying for death and had to cancel my meeting with the bowling alley owner who wanted to revamp his marketing.

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“That shit was wild.” Riddle choked back a laugh and slammed the door to his locker.

“Did you see the look on Valentine’s face?” Chip added.

“Priceless,” Shiloh joined.

This was not abnormal. Locker room talk after serving a warrant. What wasn’t normal was I’d never been on the receiving end of the shit talk while I had dog piss soaking my boot and the ankle of my pants. Further from that I’d never had a high as a kite naked woman attack me before.

“She wrapped him up and humped his vest.” Mereno shocked the hell out of me by getting into the riot act.

Christ.

I was tossing my plate carrier and sterilizing my magazines.

“Never seen a woman crawl up a man so fast.” Riddle lost the battle on his hilarity and busted out laughing. “V didn’t know where to grab her to stop her from?—”

“Shiloh, out. I’m undressing.”

“Should I bring back a hazmat bag for your clothes?” she asked as she made her way to the door. “Or better yet, set up the emergency drench shower in the parking lot? I think I spotted a snail trail on your mag pouches.”

There wasn’t a chance in fuck I was looking at my vest in case she was right.

I stripped as fast as I could, not caring if Shiloh had bounced. I’d given her plenty of warning. We all did when she was in the locker room with us and someone was going to do so much as change their shirt. The reverse was the same with her; when she wanted the room we bolted and locked the door.

“Holy fuck, brother, you go head-to-head with a cat?” Chip announced.

Fuck.

Riddle whistled his comment as he passed me on his way to the shower.

I knew the drill, ignoring them was my best course of action.

“You got an extra set of boots?” Mereno mercifully asked.

“Yep.”

“See you at the debrief.”

We’d already debriefed at the scene but there was still paperwork to file. And an incident report to fill out.

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