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“Shut the fuck up,” Dragon growled,Will jerk back in his seat

“Got a call,” Poet said again, a sly s at the corner of his mouth “Little Steve Smith decided to transfer—needed his transcripts University of Montana”

Grease, Casper and Dragon all leaned back in their seats with knowing s in Montana was a good thing, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to speak up and have Dragon rip my head off

The est fan

“Called our old friends up there and they’re takin’ care of it,” Poet announced

“He’s mine,” Grease snapped

“Know that,” Poet replied respectfully “Horsein’ little Steve down to us to deal with”

“When?” I finally asked, glancing around the table

I didn’t want todeal of it, but Trix had her doctor’s appointment the next day, and an ultrasound to find out if ere having boys or girls She’d texted

I didn’t knohether I was going, but I liked having the option

“Boys’ll be here by the weekend,” Poet answered, giving ht He knew about Trix’s appointment, of course he did

My neck burned in embarrassment

I’d tried really hard over the past few months to sho unconcerned I ith Trix’s shit—but I think everyone probably knew that I was starved for news of her I spent most of my time less than a half-mile away from her, but I hadn’t seen her face to face since Micky’s funeral

She hadn’t even co up her apartment, and it burned to think of how I’d waited for her to show up once I’d known she was all , but she never did She kept her distance, just like I’d told her to

The one time in our lives that Trix had followed an order fronored

I still wasn’t sure if I was going to the appoint when I took a shower and put on a pair of jeans that weren’t covered in grease

I wasn’t sure as I read a text fro me the address to the doctor’s office

I wasn’t sure as I cliates

I still hadn’t decided when I parkedlot