My phone chimes with a text, and when I lift a brow at him, he winces. “Shit, was that to the group chat with you in it?” I pull my phone out of my pocket and read his text. Posey: You guys, we’re at DEFCON 1 over here. Holmes is about to wee himself from nerves. We need help. Taters, please grab a juniper bonsai tree and have it here in twenty minutes. Pacey, we need a vacuum cleaner like ten minutes ago. Get it here. Hornsby, we need two nightstands, preferably a white oak or black iron. You also have twenty minutes. I glance up at him. “I’m not going to wee myself.” “Say that to your
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