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Layla persisted.
Brady reminded.
Layla let her warning hang for a few heavy moments.
I cringed at the unwelcome imagery.
Layla insisted.
I said.
I sighed loudly.
she asked.
I shrugged.
Layla scoffed.
Hunt’s shoulders slumped on an exhale.
Brady suggested weakly.
Layla just blinked at him until he eventually argued,
Brady asked.
Brady nodded along.
She pinned a suddenly wide stare on Hunt.
Brady said.
I said, leaning toward the screen.
Hunt’s fingers went to work until I stopped him with a gasp. Everyone looked at me.
I pointed at a simple, seemingly innocuous set of dates.
Layla shook her head with a fierce scowl.
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I Got You, Babe
