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“You still fucking a guy?” he asked.

“You still fucking up your life?” I fired back.

He gave me a grin, but I couldn’t tell if it was condescending or pleased. Did he want to fight with me? “I came here to give you a heads up, but if you’re going to be like that, then I’ll fuck right off.”

Was this a manipulation tactic? “A heads up for what?”

“Jim Sawyer is back in town,” he said.

“I know that.” Devon had been dragging me to stalk his dad every once in a while, just to keep tabs on him. We wanted to know if he was planning something against Nate and Devon. It was Devon’s idea, which I hated, but I had to admit that it felt better to know where that bastard was and what he was doing.

“Word is that he’s setting something up. Something big.” Dad gave me a level look. Was he honestly just being helpful?

“Something like what?”

Dad shrugged and stretched out on the couch like he owned it. “Dunno. But I caught him sniffin’ around the Park building. I talked to Gary about it, and he said that Jim’s been asking about Lot 62.”

How did Jim know we lived on that lot? Fuck Garron for being a small town, and fuck everyone in it for still falling prey to Jim Sawyer’s influence. Fuck Gary, the park manager, most of all. We didn’t own the lot, so there was no way he could hold it as collateral over our heads, but he could sure as shit take it away if he had the connections and the nerve. Which he fucking did.

“Just thought you should know,” Dad said. “That’s all.”

I almost thanked him.

“And I ain’t here to fuck with your mom again. It’s not about that.”

“Does she know that? Judging by the way she’s dressed, she thinks this is a date.”

“I have some things to make up for. It’s nothing more than that,” Dad said, and then the conversation stopped because Mom came back.

I hugged my mom, gave my dad a warning look, and then headed over to Mary’s place to meet up with Heidi and Jeff. Devon’s mom still lived with Mary, and Heidi was a great caretaker, so things had been going pretty well. It wasn’t permanent, but it was the best we could do for now. Care facilities were expensive, and we might have been doing better, but we weren’t doing that much better. It was a miracle Mary even agreed to take her.

I needed to ignore what my dad said, remind myself that my mom wasn’t my responsibility, and deal with it all later. When Devon was around.

Tonight, I’d get drunk. I needed some damn fun.

10

-Devon-

Iitchedtogetto the fair. Well, I itched to get to my man. We did the boat delivery, checked out the new marina, and networked with a few rich assholes who’d be sending business our way when the time came. We did our part, and now I was ready to get out of here and help Maddox have a good night.

Xavi and Nate were as impatient as I was, but Brian VanErp was one of those chatty bastards who didn’t understand social cues and lulls in conversations. We’d been inching away from him for forty minutes, but he just kept on yammering. And I left my damn phone in the truck, so I couldn’t even text Maddox to let him know.

Brian was going on about docking fees and clubhouse plans, which were way above my economic standing, but Xavi’s phone kept going off every few seconds in his pocket. He finally stepped away to answer it, and to my relief, it was for me.

“It’s Jeff,” Xav said, handing me his phone with a shrug.

I walked down the dock and answered. “Jeff? What’s up?”

“Hey, Dev. You guys almost here?”

“We’re still at the marina in Long Pier. Madd meet up with you okay?”

“Yeah, he’s here.” There was a tone to his voice.

“What happened?” My back straightened.

“Uh,” Jeff kind of laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure, no, I’m one hundred percent sure that Madd got drugged. He’s… he’s all fucked up and hilarious, and he will not shut up about you. Shit, he’s getting mauled, man. You might wanna get here quick.”

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