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She’s in complete control of her actions and faces challenges in stride.

A wicked grin paints my face, and suddenly I don’t care that Callaway is watching our encounter play out.

“I said…go change. That outfit isn’t very dinner-and-a-movie appropriate, wouldn’t you agree?” I point at her from top to bottom with my spoon. There’s a sinful edge to my voice, and I hope she realizes how dead fucking serious I am.

“Why the sudden issue with my outfit, Bodhi?” A sinister smile stretches across Navy’s face as she settles in front of me with her arms crossed in annoyance.

She’s tall, but I’m taller.

I stand straighter, hoping to let some intimidation from my size reign down on her, at least enough to encourage her to comply.

However, Navy is impenetrable. She’s a goddamn queen, and I have to force myself not to lay down on her throne.

What a glorious place that would be, though.

“B, lay off,” Cal says from behind us in a sarcastic tone. He thinks I’m giving Navy a hard time…beingbrotherly.

Not a chance. I’ve never been more dead set on anything.

“I think you’re better off leaving things…covered. Leave more to the imagination, ya know?” I’m being a prick, and I know that. But I’ll be damned if she thinks I’m cool with her leaving this house with that much skin on display—for him.

I’m slightly shocked that Cal isn’t bothered by it either. I think deep down, he’s happy to see her putting herself out there again.

Navy sucks in a deep breath as I fill my spoon to the brim with key lime yogurt. I take a slow bite before methodically pulling it out, letting her see my tongue swipe the scooped end clean.

“Mhm, fucking delicious,” I moan quietly enough so only she can hear me.

Navy is lost in a trance momentarily before quickly snapping out of it and casting me a playful smile. She’s working hard to play off our little feud and I’m unsure where this will go next.

“You know what,” Navy says, slowly backing away from me. “You’re right. I’ll get right on that, catcher.”

I stand still as she effortlessly marches herself up the stairs and out of sight.

“What did you do?” Cal asks me, looking more confused than ever.

“I’m only showing her some brotherly love.” I grin.

Sure. Let’s call it that.

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NAVY

“Navy, Briggs is here.”

Perfect.

I give myself a quick once-over and smile delightfully.

I look hot as fuck.

Even more so than before—before Bodhi decided he had the authority to tell me how to dress.

Bodhi doesn’t own me. Nor does he have the jurisdiction to demand I listen to him.

It brings me a great thrill to think about how my outfit change will surely enrage him now.

But he has to keep his composure, or Callaway will question him. If I know anything about Bodhi, it’s that his friendship with Callaway means everything to him. That leads me to believe that he won’t risk Callaway catching onto anything past friendship between me and him.

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