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You like it, I love it, she thought.

Worked for this, too.

If they didn’t want her to hear it, they would shut their mouths.

Right?

“What is your fucking problem?” Beni snapped.

She only knew it was Beni because she remembered that growl of his, and what it felt like between her thighs.

Except now, he was not enjoying it.

Yeah.

August took a seat at the small table and dug into her food while eyeing the entryway. She wasn’t a snooper, and she didn’t care to eavesdrop. That wasn’t her thing, she wasn’t nosy. They also weren’t trying to hide it, so …

“My problem?” Bene scoffed.

“That’s what I said. And what the hell was that? Were you trying to make her think you were me, or—”

“Might have worked, too. Better to know, right?”

“Know what?”

“You know what,” Bene snapped.

“It ain’t like that, Bene. Jesus Christ. We’re not eighteen now—we don’t do that kind of shit anymore, you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

She heard the receding sound of footsteps before Beni barked, “And are you going to tell me why you decided to run back to fucking Toronto without even letting me know about it first? I know that’s why you were in your mood last night, too.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does!”

“Nah, you showed me it didn’t.”

“Bene!”

More footsteps.

A door slamming.

It went quiet for a while, and then it was loud again before August watched the two twins pass the entryway to the kitchen without as much as a look inside to her. Just as quickly, those footsteps faded away before the apartment door opened, and slammed shut with a bang. Even she tensed in the kitchen chair.

Not twenty seconds later, a very annoyed Beni joined her at the table. Although, he didn’t get himself a plate, or food.

“This is good,” she said, trying to help the awkwardness.

His grin came back out to play.

Yes.

She did love that.

“I’d say thank Bene—because I didn’t get the chance to cook it when I had to run out for coffee that I forgot when I grabbed shit to cook this morning, but …”