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“Dumb Ass.”

What? Oh, no. “What happened?”

“He ate something stupid, I think. Lemon says he’s having a reaction. She’s induced vomiting and Fly is taking her to the all-night vet.” He grabbed his phone and stared at me with a lost expression that I couldn’t fix. “I gotta go.”

“Go!” He needed to be with his dog.

“I’ll call you later.”

Before I could reply, he was gone.

Chapter Twenty-One

Wombat

Fly sat in the emergency vet’s waiting room. I slapped his hand in greeting and rushed to get the details. “Where’s Lemon?”

“With the dog. She got an IV going in the car and they’re trying to flush him with fluids so he doesn’t get kidney failure.”

Despite an urgent need, I sat my ass down on the chair next to him. “What did he eat?”

“She doesn’t know. But he was acting weird, and then all of a sudden she got really bossy. Your sister’s a bitch when she’s in doctor mode.”

I was still too shell-shocked to kick his ass for dissing my sister. “An IV?”

“Yeah,” he lowered his volume. “You know Walt’s been looking for a new vet.”

Our old one had too many ties to enemies. “Why do you think he’s helping with her school fund?”

I didn’t let him answer.

“Listen, I gotta take a piss. Be right back. If Lemon comes out looking for me, let her know I’m here.”

“Whatever, man.”

That deserved a smack upside the head as I walked past. In the bathroom, I unzipped and did a check. I’d lit out of Honor’s so fast, I hadn’t even dumped the condom. And about halfway through the drive, when my dick should have been soft enough the damn thing should have slipped off and left an ugly wet spot, it didn’t.

And the reason why was staring me in the face.

It broke.

Hell, not only broken, but rolled all the way down to my nuts making a nice little latex cock ring.

“Fuck.” I peeled it off and ditched it.

Then everything just stopped. I couldn’t think, or maybe was thinking too damn hard because nothing made sense. I stared at the blank wall and tried to figure out what to do next.

Obviously, call Honor. Let her know.

Then what?

And what if she freaked out? What if I’d gotten her pregnant? With her issues around that and babies and—shit. I’d babe’d her. I needed to apologize for that, too.

When I finally slumped down in the chair next to Fly, I was still in a daze.

He noticed. “Sorry about your dog.”

I hadn’t been thinking about Dumb Ass. And I really should have been. Now I had more on my plate. “Where did Lemon and the doc go with him?”