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Holt stared at me blankly. “But they’re not actually dead, Rafe.”

I shrugged again, leaning back against the counter and lifting my cup to have a sip. And to hide my smile. “It’ll seem that way though. Just saying. You don’t want people to come for you online.”

“Come for me online?” Holt repeated incredulously. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Taylor was definitely worried now. “Rafe’s right. We don’t need a big storyline, honey. We could just say they were let go. Or they moved on themselves?”

Holt huffed. “I’m not telling people they left Goliaths. Why would anyone want to leave Goliaths? It sends the wrong message.”

But eaten by mutant sewer rats under the building sends the right one?

I cleared my throat and carefully sidled between them and out of the kitchenette. “Anyway. Good luck.”

As I walked back to my office, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw a text from Neville waiting.

Nev: Will you pick me up on your way home? Tee said she’s bringing margarita mix so we’re all going to get a cab home after game night. Plus, it means we can talk about the BDD situation before the others get there.

Walking into my office, I set down my coffee and sat behind my desk as I replied.

Me: Sure, no problem. BDD?

Nev: Big Dick Dan. Obv. Your casual neighbours-with-bennies neighbour and colleague.

My mouth twitched as I typed, So he’s back to Big Dick Dan, is he?

Nev: Are you denying that it’s an accurate descriptor?

I grinned, hesitating for a second before replying with, No. I’ll pick you up around six. But I’m still not giving you details, Nev.

Nev: You just confirmed his dick is big.

With a snort, I typed back, As if you didn’t know that already from watching him fix my fence in those tiny shorts.

Nev: Does he wear the tiny shorts for you???

My nuts tingled as I imagined it. That actually wasn’t a bad idea.

—

When Nev and I got to my place that evening, Dan wasn’t home yet. It wasn’t like it mattered, seeing as it would be a few more hours before I could even see him, but I was just hyperaware of him now.

On the drive, I’d given Nev a censored and condensed version of what had been happening. That we were still having sex and hanging out sometimes. When I mentioned that we’d seen each other every night last week, he did the thing I hated. The little “Huh.”

I’d forced myself not to question it, instead telling him about what had happened at work with Frank and Beans. It’d successfully distracted him, and he was still talking about it while we got the snacks and drinks ready for game night.

“So they kept trying to steal Dan’s head?” he asked, setting out two big bowls of tortilla chips.

“Yeah. They kept going on about ‘the perfect head.’”

“Weird.” He paused, cocking his head. “You know, that reminds of the Super Eff—”

A knock on the door cut him off. When I went to answer, I saw Teresa, Suki, Abed and Reece on my front porch, their cab pulling away from the kerb behind them. My eyes automatically flicked over to Dan’s place. He still wasn’t home.

Teresa held up two huge bottles. “Spicy margs!”

I chuckled, stepping back to let them in. “I might have one, but that’s it. Got work tomorrow.” And my hot dullahan neighbour was coming over later to fuck me.

Well. At least I hoped so. I was going to ask him if he wanted to.