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My heart sinks, and I blink back tears. How can she do this? When we were together last, she was so happy. Something doesn’t seem right.

“Is everything okay?” Trace asks.

“I don’t know. I need to call Brennan.”

Sitting up slowly, I dial Brennan’s number. “Are you okay?” he asks when he answers, sounding out of breath.

“Can you call Corey and check on Melinda? She sent me a message that said to stop texting her and she can’t do this anymore. But it seems off since the last time we spoke.”

“I sure can,oomph...Boston, stop goddamn hitting me for two seconds.”

“We said no work for one hour, big brother, so put the phone down.”

“It’s Jolie, you idiot.”

“It’s okay, I have to get ready anyway, but let me know once you hear from him please.”

“I will. Love you,” he says.

“Love you more,” Boston yells out.

“I love you both. Now go kick his ass,” I tell Brennan, and he laughs as we end the call.

Trace leans over and kisses my temple. “We’ll figure it out. Now let’s get you ready to leave.”

I storm out from the bathroom, naked. Laughn has joined Trace and they both look up from the bed.

“I have time,” Laughn states, deadpan.

“We. Are. Not. Having. Sex,” I say, throwing my hands in the air.

“What’s wrong and why are you naked?” Trace asks, looking me up and down as if he can’t see what the problem is. You can’t fucking miss it.

“Are you being serious right now? How can you not see this?” I say, pointing to my pussy.

“Of course we can see it, baby. Do you want me to lick it? Will that make it better?”

Ugh, Laughn is impossible. “No, it will not make it better! Why did no one tell me how big and hairy it is?”

Laughn starts laughing, and Trace pulls his lips together, trying to hold his laughter in.

“It’s not fucking funny. I can’t see it anymore, and I figured someone would say something if it got bad. I’m going to have to call the yard people to come in and mow it down.”

Laughn jumps from the bed. “I’m sorry for laughing, baby, but we don’t give a fuck if it’s hairy. We can just push it to the side to find the good bits.”

My eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “No, don’t you dare laugh, Trace Alan Moore. Someone needs to help fix this.”

“Dibs not it,” Trace says, shaking his head. “I can barely shave my face without cutting myself.”

“You manscape—I don’t see a single hair on your body.”

“I use hair removal cream, douche. Why don’t you do it, and I will get ready for these aquaerobics lessons.”

“Little Angel, why are you standing there naked while the door is open? You do know Jimmie is here again with Marlow, working on the last of those files,” Chester says from the doorway.

“I don’t care,” I say, stomping my foot like a damn child. “Someone needs to fix my fucking bush, or I will ask Colt. He wouldn’t be afraid.”

Chester stalks towards me and loosely grabs my throat, but there is zero pressure behind it. “Do you value your friend’s life?” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. “What is the issue? I’ll fix it.”

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