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Oscar grins “Look at hi his words”

Ripley is wiggling out of Farrow’s hands, and then the group of roans

Oscar plugs his nose “The kid had an explosion”

“No shit,” Farrow says, then playfully gasps at Ripley “You need a changing, little man?” Ripley wears a silly smile and touches Farrow’s cheeks

Farrow co up and hoisting Ripley on his waist He catches aze and motions to the door

I nod to hi him dip out early

I’o back to the party when s Loren Hale I was just about to call hi’s not over Hold on” I put the phone to ”

“Akara,” Loren says, his voice sounds like razor-knives “I just found out souards that’s disturbed me”

I freeze, looking up as uard?”

“The one who’s already written on oddamn much, there wouldn’t be a problem”

Donnelly I glare at him on the steps

He sinks down on the stair like I’ve just put him in time out

“What’d he do?”

“He tattooed hter’s ass When did this happen and where were they?”

Shit

I know about the galaxy tattoo, but I don’t have all the details Lo’s asking for I narrowthe speaker so Lo can’t hear “Donnelly, when and where did you tattoo Luna’s ass?”

Every head jerks in his direction

“This suarette behind his ear “I did most of it in her bedroom”

“What?” Thatcher glares

“Bro,” Oscar groans more, “her bedroom?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Donnelly defends

Banks slides me a furtive look Yeah, I know that look—the one that says, who are we to judge? We’ve been dating Sulli And her dad finding out she’s been with two bodyguards, not just one, could be catastrophic