Page 5 of Family Affair
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“You’re so damn untouchable,” Alex mumbled, spent on the floor. He closed his eyes again.
“No one is untouchable.”
Alex didn’t respond. A glance in his direction confirmed that he was finally out cold.
Cade hefted Alex’s bulk onto the couch and threw a towel over him in place of a blanket before stepping outside to get his bag from the truck.
It had gotten dark but not cool. The muggy night settled around him like an unwelcome embrace of a drunken sweaty woman, reminding him how much he hated summer.
And it wasn’t just the summer. He hated the whole damn place and never wanted to set foot here again.
Welcome to Atlanta.
