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I ignore them and continue until I reach the meadow behind our house.

“What are we doing here?”

“Does he have a shovel?”

“A shovel? What does he need a shovel for?”

“To bury us.”

If I was going to kill and bury them, I would have done it the first time I had to escort a drunk and naked woman out of their hotel room.

I search the meadow until I find the flowers I want and gather a bunch.

“Phew. He’s not going to kill us. He’s picking daisies,” Gibson says.

“Not daisies,” I grumble as I begin walking to Leia’s house.

“Isn’t he sweet? He got flowers for his lady,” Jett says.

I stop and glare at them. “Stop following me.”

“And miss the part where Leia removes your balls with a spoon?” Gibson chuckles. “No way.”

“Why would she remove my balls with a spoon?”

Jett motions to the flowers. “You obviously screwed up.”

“Fine. What will it take for you to leave me alone?”

Gibson doesn’t hesitate. “You to stop hiding my beer.”

I scowl. He needs to slow down his drinking. He’s careening out of control. But I know better than to tell him. Which is why I started hiding his beer. It doesn’t work. He just buys more.

“Fine.”

I march away but Jett continues to tag after me.

“What about me, big guy? What do I get?”

“How about I leave you in the field covered in blood the next time you break your leg and the ambulance can’t reach you?”

He pales before motioning for me to go ahead without him.

I increase my speed as I make my way to Leia’s house anyway since Jett and Gibson are not to be trusted. When I reach the house, I glance around to make certain they haven’t followed me. They wave from the front porch of our house. I give them my back and ring the doorbell.

“What is it?” Leia asks when she answers the door.

“These are for you.” I hand her the flowers.

“Daisies? You think daisies will cool my anger?”

“They’re not daisies. They’re Black-eyed Susans, a wildflower native to Colorado.”

Her brow wrinkles. “Are you a botanist on the side?”

“Eden from Eden’s Garden helped me.”

I went to the flower shop next to Bertie’s Recording Studio to buy Leia flowers but the flower shop doesn’t sell flowers. Instead, I got a lecture on the flower industry and how it’s ruining the earth. She even had a hand-out to explain things further. A hand-out I was tasked with reading and returning to her at my next opportunity because paper is bad, too.

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