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“Got a sore pussy, kitten?” I asked, feeling her wetness seep through the front of my jeans.

She shook her head. Bit her lip. “Achy.”

I arched a brow. “Achy? Can’t have that.”

I carried her back to the house. As I went through the back door and into the kitchen, my cell rang.

I sighed as I put Kitten back on her feet. I pulled my phone out and looked at the display. “It’s Ellie.”

“Hey, El. Everything okay? The baby?” I asked.

“Everything’s fine. Katie with you?” she wondered.

“Yes.”

“Can I talk to her? I don’t have her number to call her directly. If you’re not busy.”

Busy? Hell, yes. I was about to take care of Kitten’s needy pussy.

But I needed Kitten to see that she had the entire Wilder family in her life now.

Aching dick be damned.

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KATIE

“Hello?”

“Hey, Katie! You need to give me your number so we can skip the boys. Plan a girls’ night out.”

I frowned. “You want to do a girls’ night?”

“Hell, yes! But that’s not why I called. So don’t be mad.”

“Um, starting off with that doesn’t bode well.”

Bray frowned, only hearing one side of the conversation.

“It’s not bad. I promise. But when you talked with Hayes earlier, he was here with me and Trig.”

I didn’t know where here was, but I was following.

“He didn’t say anything since you’re his client now, so don’t worry.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t think there were many secrets in the Wilder family, lawyer confidentiality or not.

“Anyway, I want to give you money to pay for your fight against Conrad Trout.”

My eyes widened in surprise and Bray stole the phone, hit a button.

“Hello? Are you there?” Ellie said.

“Yeah, Bray put you on speaker. I’m here. I can’t take your money,” I said right away. When I glanced up at Bray, I gave him a quick recap.

We stood in my kitchen, only the hum of the fridge filling the room.

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