Page 32 of Live and Let Ride

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Now Brady was the one breathing heavily, his anger growing until he physically bunched his fists at his sides, the muscles in his forearms bulging in long, visible cords.

he seethed into our minds.

I muttered.

Brady’s head whipped toward me.

I tutted.

Brady insisted.

Brady said, a bit too matter-of-factly. Enough so that I couldn’t help but wonder if Magnum and his cronies had broken us beyond repair. Was there a chance we’d ever recover from the trauma they’d already inflicted when itjust kept coming?

Layla said.

Brady gave her a savage grin, teeth on display.

Layla shrugged.

She stepped closer to Hunt, looking up into his face.

I asked.

Brady asked.

Layla shrugged.

Hunt protested.

I patted him on the shoulder.

Griffin told Hunt.

Hunt’s eyes were still burdened. —he blinked repeatedly, as ifconsidering what he was about to say was bonkers—

Layla’s breath hitched. She ran her tongue along her teeth.

Hunt said. He shared loaded looks with Griffin and Brady.

Brady said right away.

Hunt gave him areally think about it, dudescrunch of his brows.

Brady said, but his denial was weak, trailing at the end, as if even he knew that, as wackadoodle as this new theory was, it truly was possible.

Layla smacked him on the arm.

Griff sank to the floor to lean his back against the couch, spreading his long legs out in front of him.

Hunt insisted.

Hunt said.

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