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"Next time you try to make me jealous, pick a guy who can make you sleep through your messages the next day."
“Is this okay?” he asked in a breathless whisper, pausing for… consent? Fuck, he was adorable.
He was probably thinking I was going overkill for school pickup, but I'd rather be over-armed than dead.
Madison Kate must be a fucking saint to willingly commit her life to three meathead men; I'd probably rather become a celibate nun than inflict self-torture like that.
But I thought I'd overruled him. Apparently not.
Our plan to collect a DNA sample was pointless. There was no skeleton or decaying corpse inside at all. There was... nothing.