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By ten am Shane was in a foul mood and for the tenth tilanced down at Bobbi’s text e

Hey I’m tired Gonna crash here C U tomorrow around 4 B

Tired? What the hell

Bobbi was never tired The girl had y than she knehat to do with Shit, just last week he caught her organizing his tools because she had an extra tento work She couldn’t spend a half an hour reading a book without fidgeting or chewing on her fingernails, or tapping her feet like she was an Irish dancer

Bobbi Jo Barker didn’t get tired and she especially didn’t get tired on a Saturday night when she should have been home with him In his bed In his arms

He thought about their conversation the day before and ran his hands through the oddamn mess because he’d slept like shit

Pia whined and he glanced down at her “She told h

But it wasn’t And though he refused to be that guy—the pussy-whipped asshole who couldn’t function without his wo on without calling Bobbi like a pathetic loser

Absently rubbing Pia, he decided to do what any other sane adult would do

Shane grabbed his leather jacket froht before and pulled it on He shoved his bare feet into his work boots and took the stairs two at a ti once he was outside

The sun was shining, the te he was half naked Birds chirped in the trees around hi forward and dae oak tree behind the carriage house

He ignored all of it and an’s house, which was about a fifty feet straight ahead, just beyond the garage An old hohteenth century and Logan was slowly restoring it to its forlory

Shane hopped up onto the porch and without hesitating rang the doorbell It chimed Loud and clear

He waited a few moments He rolled his shoulders and peered into theto his right

He rang the doorbell again And still he waited This tihtly and his brows so low he looked like a fucking Neanderthal