“Getting excited?” I asked. “Getting busy.” At my brow raise, Nox shook his head as he ran a hand across his red beard. “Not like that, you fookin’ muppet. She’s got me rearranging the apartment, painting, all that shit. She’ll get it perfect, then wake up the next day and want it back like it was.” That sounded like a pain in the ass, but his face didn’t hold a hint of annoyance or inconvenience. He was happy. Fuckin’ thrilled.
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