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Larke ordering Cajun food from a food truck.
The 100th time Larke ordered food from that same Cajun food truck.
Larke asleep in my bed the couple of times she’d had to crash at my place.
Then, there was my most recent photo.
I took it when we first arrived at our new living quarters. Larke had gone to the window to stare at the river with a look on her face that unmistakably said,“Finally.”
And it was all I ever wanted for her.
Peace.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
DEZ
Larke, standing at the edge of the river, waved her arms. “Hey, Memphis! I think we have more than enough. Gage said we’re just about at the end of fishing season, so what we have is probably all we’re going to get.”
Memphis surfaced.
The water had to be at least in the thirties, but he was shirtless.
Although he’d toned down his obsession with Larke over the last few weeks, he continued to be mesmerized by her, and Larke didn’t make things any better by beingniceto him. Then, both Tamra and Sabine spent roughly ninety percent of their time at camp physically running away from Dallas. So, for the moment, Memphis had no alternative outlet for his fixation.
Memphis swam to the riverbank and pulled himself up out of the water as if in slow motion, his eyes on Larke.
I almost shot him.
However, we’d agreed to preserve bullets.
“I was lookin’ for a little fish for Baby Thandie,” he said. “I’m thinkin’ of teachin’ her how to fish. Dallas made her a little fishin’ pole and everything.”
“She has a father, you know,” I pointed out.
“Well, yeah, but she can have as many uncles as she likes. There’s also the option for me and Larke to go half on a bab?—”
He hopped backward.
But it wasn’t like the bullet would have hit him.
“Can I say how much I enjoy havin’ friends just as crazy as I am?” he said. “Me and Dallas ain’t never felt so much at home.”
Larke shook her head. “Nuh-uh. No, baby. Nobody but your brother is as crazy as you are.”
Memphis got that look on his face.
