There were a number of voice mails from Ivan, but Sascha didn’t want to touch those. He looked at the texts instead. Answer the phone, Sascha. You’re testing my patience. You want to play games? I can play, baby brother. Get the guest room ready. Oh fuck. Sascha checked to see when the last text had been sent. Yesterday. He cleared his throat. “Um, Alexei, maybe you and Jay should be heading back to Colorado?” “What? Why?” Jay looked back and forth between them. “Is it because I wanted to copy your robe? I don’t have to get the exact same one.” And of course just then there was a knock on the
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