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“I'm under a lot of stress.”

“Four.”

“And bacon.”

“You're pushing it.”

“Alibi needs bacon, too.”

“The dog isn't getting bacon.”

A bark comes from upstairs.

Callie's eyes widen. “He heard you.”

“He did not fucking hear me.”

Another bark.

I look toward the ceiling.

Furry asshole.

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ROMAN

I know going to Bramble & Bean is a mistake the second we walk inside.

My intuition is right when Gracie takes one look at Callie, then me, then the two of us standing side by side. Her eyebrows climb.

“Don't.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“You were about to.”

Callie beams. “We're living together.”

My head snaps toward her. “We're not living together.”

Gracie looks between us.

“She's staying at my house.”

“That's usually what living together means.”

“Temporarily.”

Callie nods. “He's having some trouble with this.”

“I'm not having trouble with anything.”

Gracie's mouth twitches.

I point at her. “Coffee.”

“And bacon for Alibi.”