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“You’re housebroken.”

Asher makes a gagging sound.

Crew leans over to help me reattach the harness. “And you like it when I’m bad,” he whispers in my ear.

“If you’re done with the displays of affection, can we go?”

Crew sighs. “Your place?”

“Nah, drop me off at Proof. I need a drink.”

“You could have called a fucking Uber, man. I’m not a car service.”

“Right. You were so busy being adog dad. I figured if I called you, we could go get a drink. You didn’t tell me you were bringing the wife, and I didn’t even know you had a puppy.”

Crew sighs, but I think he hears the same thing I do. Asher wanted to talk to him, not just a ride. I thought their relationship was more work colleagues than anything, but it seems like they’re genuinely friends. “Fine, I’ll drop you at Proof. You had better not be late for the Danbury meeting in the morning.”

“Don’t worry, boss. I’ll be in your office bright and early, feet on the desk.”

“Feet on the desk?” I ask.

“Crew hates it when people touch his desk,” Asher tells me.

“Oh.” I glance at Crew. He appears amused, not annoyed. I’ve touched his desk. Leaned against it. Sat at it.

A few minutes later, Crew stops in front of Proof. I look at the line of people standing outside, decked out in short dresses and expensive attire. Not too long ago, that might have been me. With the exception of waiting in line. I was always on the list.

“Thanks, man,” Asher says. “One of these days, I’ll actually tell him to fuck off.” He clears his throat. “Seriously, I owe you. Bye, Scarlett.”

“Bye, Asher.”

Asher climbs out of the car and disappears inside.

“You should go with him,” I tell Crew.

He looks surprised. “Why?”

“He obviously wanted to talk to you, and that’s why he called. About whoever he’s trying to tell to fuck off. You guys are friends, right?”

“Depends on the day.” Crew smiles, telling me he’s kidding. “Yeah, we’re friends. We’ve known each other for a while. His family isalmostas messy as mine.”

“So, go. Seriously. I can handle all this.” I wave a hand at all the dog supplies we just bought.

“You lost the dog last time.”

“He has a leash now. Plus, he seems tired.” I glance down at Teddy, who’s methodically licking at his paw.

“Asher is a big boy. He has other friends he can call.”

“He calledyou,” I point out.

Crew considers that. Smiles a little. “I can’t believe you’re encouraging me to go to a club with Asher, of all people. Half the stupid shit I’ve done was his idea.”

“I trust you,” I whisper. It feels like the right thing to say and also happens to be true.

It captures Crew’s attention. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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