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“I like that. You looking at me with worry,” I replied, voicing my thoughts. A slight blush touched Grace’s cheeks, and I told her I liked that too.
She peered at me harder. “Have you been taking your meds?”
“Took some a couple of hours ago. Should be due now, but I’m not feeling pain,” I admitted.
I picked up another cookie, and Grace’s eyes widened in horror as I bit into it.
“Tell me Nancy didn’t give you them!”
“Sure as hell did, and they’re tasty as fuck!” I mumbled happily.
“Oh, no! You’re high!” Grace cried. “How many have you eaten?”
“Four or five. Can’t remember. I feel pretty mellow right now,” I replied with another grin.
“Nancy’s given you weed,” Grace announced, shaking her head.
“Really?” I asked, delighted.
Grace nodded.
“Who’d have thought Little Miss Grape Soda had that in her?”
“That’s what you call Nancy?” Grace whispered, trying not to laugh.
“Yeah. You better get me some snacks because if Nancy’s drugged me, I’m gonna get the munchies,” I prodded.
“I’m going to phone Phoe,” Grace replied, and I nodded. Who cared?
Grace was in the kitchen when Gauntlet and Hunter arrived. Neither looked amused until they sat down, and I offered them my naughty stash of cookies.
“Hell, might as well join him,” Hunter said, eating one.
Gauntlet sent Hunter an incredulous stare and then took one himself.
“We won’t be as high as he is. Damn, look at Savage grin,” Gauntlet exclaimed.
Grace returned, glanced at us, and dumped snacks on the table. “Enjoy yourself,” she stated with a giggle and left.
Grace
I let myself into Savage’s home the next day, unsure what to expect. Finding Hunter, Gauntlet, Jett, Slate, and Calamity all snoring their heads off on chairs, the sofas, or floor was not it.
There was no sign of Savage, and my stomach plummeted. I hoped he hadn’t escaped the house.
Footsteps sounded on Savage’s wooden floor, and I turned around and saw Klutz heading towards me wearing a pair of long-slung joggers.
Oh my God. My ladies’ bits stood up and applauded the prime example of a man before me.
Klutz ran a hand over his beard as he handed me a coffee.
“Creamer and sugar are in the kitchen. I thought one of those fuckers had woken up,” Klutz rumbled, and I followed him down the hallway. The rear was equally as good as the front.
I added creamer and sugar to my coffee and peered at Klutz.
“Shit, I’m too fuckin’ old to babysit my brothers,” Klutz complained.
“What happened?” I asked. “There was only Hunter and Gauntlet when I left.”
