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My thirteen-year-old nephew, Drew, flopped into an overstuffed armchair next to me. “Putting the moves on Ms. Barlow, huh? Respect. She’s smokin’.” He held out a fist for me to bump. I simply stared at him.
“Gotta take Cady to dance and stare down some tiny bitches.” The SUV went silent around me. Nash blinked at me a few times. “What did you say?” “Some girls are being mean to Cady. She’s a good kid and doesn’t deserve to be picked on.”
Nash elbowed his way through the crowd, a bakery bag in hand. He squeezed in next to me, looking annoyed. “Why’d you have to find the most cramped spot in the entire room?” I gave him a bland look. “You didn’t have to stand here.” “Of course, I did. Who else is going to mock Lawson’s authoritative voice with me?” Nash pawed through his bag and pulled out a donut.
Nash grinned at our brother. “Abusing police resources for Roan’s babe? I like it.”
I was in love with Aspen Barlow. Her daughter, too. And if anything happened to either of them, I’d never survive.