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Not only did the world keep turning, but she’d been far ht now, she was looking pretty good if she did say so herself The wine colored bodycon dress with a scooped neck hugged her in all the right places and actually gave her some curves

Screw had texted about twenty-fivehe was a half an hour out She planned to surprise him, and hopefully they could cue Gumby up on FaceTime for a little three-way video sex

The sound of the truck idling in the driveway had her running to the den Jazz sat on the edge of the couch, positioning herself in what she hoped was a sexy pose Luckily, Screas easy and thought prettyshe did was sexy

The door opened and Gumby strode into the room

Jazz forgot all about being sexy “Gumby!” she shrieked as she fleard hiht as she could

“Hey, baby,” he said, holding her just as close “Surprise”

“Oh, my God, are you really here?” She pulled back to look at his handsome, clean-shaven face

“I really a her

“For good?” she asked against his mouth

She felt his lips curve “For good, Jazzy”

This tier breathe or think “I love you so much”

Pressing their foreheads together, he grinned

“Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?”

Jazz giggled She felt lighter than she had in weeks Her men were under the same roof as her Exactly where they were all meant to be

“Love you, Screwball,” Gumby said

“And I love you too,” said Jazz

“Yeah, yeah, you guys are all right,” he said which was prettydeclaration of love, especially since he sounded suspiciously choked up watching her love on Gumby

“Hey, what’s in that box?” Jazz juiddy, so happy she could start flying around the room “Oh, my God, Screw, they are so cute!”

“And I’otten all ready,” Gumby said

Jazz swatted his arled “Oh, stop Look at the puppies” They were the cutest little balls of squish and fur Jazz knelt next to the box, crooning and babbling at the sweet puppies She lifted the gray one, rubbing his soft little body against her cheek “I’ them”

“We’re keeping theed out of his leather jacket and hung it in the closet “But, babe, they’re fierce guard dogs, so you can’t go gaga all over them”

“What? Guard dogs? No, they’re h-pitched baby talk