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The good news? At least he wasn’t thinking about Elise The bad news?

Once that hu to him? It would rise and rise until he had to deal with it … and there was only one way that had worked for him now that he’d quit heroin--

The phone went off in his hand, the electronic pattern of sound loud as the pop! of a gun in the quiet house

He answered before the second ring was over "Novo"

"Hey"

As background noise made her hard to hear, he frowned and turned up the volume with his thumb "Where are you?"

"At a club You know that Euro-trash one Peyton goes to all the time"

"Yeah"

He took the phone away from his ear and checked what ti out of battery life Shit, he’d forgotten to charge the da in the restaurant--when you lived without electricity, you learned to vae your stuff everywhere

When his fellow trainee didn’t say anything further, he frowned "You drunk and need a pickup? ’Cuz you know I don’t have wheels"

"No, I need to ask you so"

"What"

"You want to fuck?"

Axe popped his brows And for a split second, he entertained the idea of the fe it all over the fucking house, breaking furniture, sla the fire die because their body heat was h to keep them warm

"Is that a yes," she drawled in a low, sexy voice that should have been better than an actual hand down his pants

Keeping the phone to his ear, he walked over to the fireplace, bent down, and picked up the blanket Elise had wrapped around herself As he put it to his nose, he breathed deep

Andlike he’d been burned by it

"I don’t shit where I eat, Novo," he heard himself say

The coesting sex with me would be excreet emotionally attached," she ht of the asshole Peyton and the duh fucked-up dynah, and someone would find out That shit’s hard to hide even if you do it vanilla"