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But the way she sounded right then, my heart was doing that weird palpitation/racing thing it liked to do when I thought maybe she’d give me a chance…

“How done?” I asked.

“Done enough that if you were to arrest him, I probably wouldn’t care.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

“Because you put your brother in Costas’s path and didn’t warn me to watch out for him. Do you realize what would have happened if Costas had found out?” she whisper hissed.

I crossed my arms over my chest and said, “You know that I can’t warn you about stuff like that.”

“Yeah, and if something had happened to him, and I could’ve prevented it, then I would never forgive you,” she claimed.

I sighed, allowing my head to fall back. “I didn’t have a choice. It’s my job, Shayne. I can’t pick and choose which rules to follow. You, better than most, should know this.”

She looked away.

“Order number 123!” a voice called from directly behind us.

I rolled my eyes, caught the bag up from the man, and looked into it to make sure we had everything.

We didn’t.

“You’re missing her chicken wings,” I said matter-of-factly.

The man rolled his eyes, as if I’d just caused him great harm, and ambled off to get them.

“Glad you checked,” Shayne muttered darkly.

I could tell she was glaring at the man.

If there was one woman on this planet who took her food seriously, it was Shayne.

I’d never seen a woman get so bent out of shape when it came to the things she ate.

God help us if the man had forgotten, and we’d gotten all the way to her place, and she couldn’t eat them.

“Me, too,” I agreed as the man came back with the wings.

I counted them to make sure they were all there, then we headed out, back to her place.

We passed by mine, and then she was back to asking about my new place. “Why did you move?”

I explained about the house I’d had built—one that was extremely close to what she’d told me she wanted when we were younger.

“My brothers and I all bought parcels of land,” I explained. “We liked the setup that Ande has with her husband and his family. Mom and Dad are even considering building in the same cul-de-sac.”

“But they just built.” Shayne frowned.

“True,” I agreed. “But they’re hoping that all these grandbabies will start happening now that Quincy and Quaid have found people.”

Quincy was less recent than Quaid, but there was definitely something going on that was serious between him and his girl, Ellodie.

“Ahh,” she laughed as she pulled out her keys and opened the door.

I fuckin’ hated her place.

Mostly because I couldn’t stand knowing that she was living with a gang banger and a drug dealer.

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