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“Fuck off.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

I turn in my seat. The last thing I need is Jax asking questions. He’s already suspicious.

I look down.

Baby Becks: Did you buy groceries?

My mouth pulls at one corner. I type back.

Me: That’s generally how groceries get into the house.

The dots appear immediately.

Baby Becks: You bought my creamer.

Me: I bought groceries.

Baby Becks: Hazelnut creamer is not groceries.

Me: Pretty sure I found it at a grocery store.

Baby Becks: You don’t even use creamer.

I stare at that one for a second. Then type the obvious answer, hoping she doesn’t read too much into it.

Me: You do.

The dots appear.

Disappear.

Appear again.

Nothing comes through.

I frown.

“What?” Jax asks.

“Nothing.”

“You’ve said nothing like six times in the last five minutes.”

“Maybe take the hint.”

My phone buzzes again.

Baby Becks: Thank you.

A second message follows.

Baby Becks: Also, Darcy would like it noted that you forgot him.

I laugh under my breath.

Me: Did I? Oops.