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Jazz nodded against his chest “Thanks, Mav”

“No problem, baby cakes”

She huffed out a s out of Mav’s embrace

“Lettoward Screw and—whoa the ers at Mav

What the hell?

A glance over her shoulder showed Mav staring right back at Screith a shit-eating grin while Steph rolled her eyes and tried to tug her man away

“I’ll be in the car,” Screw said

“Sure What the hell was that, Mav?” she asked once Screalked outside

“Don’t worry about it, hon, just giving the man a wakeup call”

Whatever She didn’t have the ht now After hugging her girls goodbye and finding her purse, shetruck

A few failed atte the ten-minute ride in silence At his house, Screw hopped out, came around and opened her door for her She followed him up the short walk to his home

Without a word, she walked directly into Screw’s kitchen Over the past week, she’d spent enough time there to have learned her way around As she poured they in the rooitated h his attention was fixated elsewhere

He’d shed the dark jacket, leaving hio pants with a short sleeved black T-shirt Clothing worn for stealth As he paced the length of his kitchen, his fists curled at his sides and his back bunched with tension In that ed, and dying to be let loose At some point in the near future, the pressure in his body would expand enough to cause an explosion Call her a masochist, but she wanted to be the one to throw herself on that grenade

“Here,” she said, holding the glass out to hi at her and tossed the liquid back with two long ss

It wasn’t the tiulped the whiskey down

She stood there, sipping her own drink and bouncing her leg as he continued the restless prowling After a few er “Luke,” she said stepping into his path