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“Actually,” Fox leaned over the back of the couch, placing the bowl just inches from me inadvertently, “ice cream isn’t really good for your body right now. What you need is something to clean out the toxins to make sure the baby gets all the proper nutrients.”
“Fox,” I mumbled.
“Yeah?”
“You’re shoving that bowl right in my face. If you don’t want me to vomit, you should move it away from me.”
“Right,” he said, jerking the bowl back too hastily. Some of it splashed, landing on the couch between me and Cotton.
I stared at it for a moment, then tears welled in my eyes. I wasn’t sure why, but it had been happening a lot lately. If my coffee wasn’t the perfect flavor, I burst into tears. If one of the kids cried, I cried in response. And when Red told me he had to go on a job, I was inconsolable for hours.
That was when Cotton stepped in. And when he couldn’t handle my emotional outbursts, he called in Fox. FNG was soon behind him. I’d mostly gotten the crying under control over the past few days, but every now and then, it crept up again.
“I need ice cream,” I said, holding back the tears.
“I’m on it,” Cotton said, shoving up from the couch.
He wasn’t really interested in getting me ice cream. He just didn’t want to be around the crazy woman that was crying.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Fox chuckled. “Ice cream is not good for the baby. I have this smoothie that’s absolutely delicious. It’ll cure all your cravings and give little Foxy everything he needs,” he said, bending over to pat my belly.
I very slowly turned and glared at him. “Are you rubbing my belly?”
He swallowed hard, removing his hand as if he’d been burnt. “I thought it would be soothing.”
After staring at him for a good ten seconds, I felt composed enough to answer, though my tone was deadly. “It’s not.”
I swore he broke out in a sweat from just the look on my face. “I’ll just…grab that smoothie.”
“Ice cream!” I shouted over the back of the couch, but he’d already rushed into the kitchen.
Sighing, I rested my head back again. “FNG, finish telling me the rest.”
“The rest of what?” he asked.
My head snapped up and I glared at the man, who was pretending there was something insanely fascinating about my foot. I wiggled my toes in his face to get his attention, but he still refused to look at me.
“FNG, the rest of the story!”
“There’s really not much to tell.”
“Really? You killed a bunch of cartel guys in an insane shootout that you shouldn’t have won. Yet, you refuse to tell me anything about your wedding or how you were impaled with a stake! I think there’s a lot you’re leaving out.”
“Not really. It’s just one of those completely irrelevant stories that isn’t all that exciting.”
That wasn’t good enough for me right now. If I was going to be surrounded by these men, I needed to be entertained. “Even if it’s not exciting, you can still tell me the story.”
The front door swung open and Dash strolled through, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw Cotton. This guy was never going to give up. Cotton decided early on he didn’t like Dash because of how rude he was. And Cotton never really gave second chances. Once you had a black mark in his book, that was the end for you.
“Hey! Cotton, my man! How’s it going?”
Cotton stood from the couch and headed for the kitchen. “I forgot Zoe’s ice cream.”
“Yes, please.” At least someone was listening to what I needed.
“Man, I thought I had fixed things between us after the whole filming debacle. I gave up the director’s chair for him.”
“And he told you that was just the beginning,” I shrugged. “Why are you expecting miracles?”
