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"Gabe! I’m here! Where the fuck are you?"

I jerk back from Gabe at the sound of theunfazed

Tate appears through the door, wearing a white T-shirt, dark blue shorts, sneakers, and Ray-Bans over his eyes He looks really different fro his white doctor coat and scrubs

"Hey, Ava Good to see you again" He smiles at me "How’s the patient?" He jerks his head at Gabe

"Frustrating Annoying Bitchy Aside froh, inside, I feel anything but light I feel like I’m about to climb out of my skin

"Funny Speedy’s a co us for breakfast?" Tate askswith the naht pastries and muffins"

"Sounds delicious Sure, I’ll join you, if you don’t mind?"

"Course I don’t I’ll just grab us so up "Would you like a coffee?" I ask Tate as I reat"

"Gabe? Refill?"

"Sure" He drains his coffee and hands me the cup

"Scottish?" I ask him

He smiles I feel that srab the bottle of scotch from the floor and take it back inside with et a fresh one for Tate I pour out three coffees and put thear, as I’et three small plates, some cutlery, and napkins and put theo back outside, they are sitting at the seating area Gucci is sitting on Tate’s lap Well, she’s laid out on hi her belly

"You’ve met Gucci" I s herself all over the doctor

See for the Evans men

"Yeah, it’s just me she hates," Gabe mutters

"She does not hate you," I tell Gabe as I take the seat next to hi loveable" Tate sotten laid in two months"

Tate’s eyes briefly flick to me I avertbusy ork, brother And it’s not like you’re getting any at theabout sex I start to get hot again And it’s not just because of this fucking sweater

I hand Gabe his coffee

"The only reason I’," Gabe says to hi about sex With Gabe

Good God

"Tate, do you take creah-pitched I clear htly next to me

"Just creamer," Tate tells me

I make Tate’s coffee and hand it over

I pickof sex, Speedy showed "

I almost choke, and coffee sprays from my mouth

I slap a hand over my mouth, and my head whips around to Gabe My eyes are as wide as saucers

The bastard is grinning

I grab a napkin and start to dry my mouth, hand, and then the table "God, I’et the food It’s fine" He sh

Gucci hasn’t moved an inch from her spot on Tate’s lap

I turn back to Gabe, who’s still wearing a winning seous face

"I can’t believe you just said that"