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She sniffles and lifts her head so I can look into her watery eyes.
“Good,” she spits. There is way more fire and anger in her voice than I was expecting after that greeting. “Because I’m going to kill you all myself for pulling that kind of stunt on me. How could you? I watched that building go u-up in f-flames a-a-and I th-th-thought?—”
“Shush, Dove,” I soothe. “It’s okay. I’ve got you,” I say, rubbing a hand up and down her back.
“JULIAN DEMPSEY GET YOUR FILTHY ASS BACK OUT HERE,” is bellowed through the house.
“Uh-oh, sounds like someone is in trouble,” Aubrey taunts.
“Shut up,” I mutter, turning my back on her with Alana still in my arms to stare at my furious best friend.
He’s standing a few feet away in only his boxers, Mav right behind him in the same state of undress, glaring at me.
Rolling my eyes, I release Alana when she reaches out like a toddler for him. “It’s just a bit of mud, jeez.”
“A bit of mud?” he barks.
Mav smirks over his shoulder. Smug that he’s not the one poking the beast right now.
“Yes. It’ll clean right up.”
Spinning around, he tracks my filthy footprints that disappear past the kitchen entrance and around the corner.
“Uh…”
“Take your fucking clothes off, asshole,” he sneers.
Shifting Alana so she can kiss Mav over his shoulder, he then allows her to turn and look at me.
She quirks a brow. “You guys owe me about a million apologies. You could at least start by getting naked.” Her tone is edged with enough anger to tell all three of us that she won’t let us off easy.
She might be excited to see us, but it’s nowhere near enough after what we did.
With a sigh, I glance down at myself.
Okay, yeah. He might have a point.
Dragging my almost dry long-sleeved shirt over my head, I let it drop to the floor before toeing off my mud-caked, squelching boots and shamelessly shoving both my pants and boxers over my hips.
“Jesus,” Aubrey mutters from the living room. She might be the baddest bitch I’ve ever met, but apparently, she’s not brave enough to face this… well, face on.
“What? She said get naked,” I argue.
“What’s— fucking hell, put it away,” Griff barks, finally stepping up behind Reid and Mav to see what’s going on.
“Come on, Dove. We all need to shower, and something tells me that you’re filthy, too,” I say, holding my arms out for her again.
No one says anything as we wait for her response.
And when it does come, it’s delivered with the force of a bullet ripping straight through my chest.
“No.”
She wiggles in Reid’s hold, forcing him to put her back down.
The second he does, the mess of the tank she’s wearing makes his nose wrinkle.
“Whoops,” I say innocently.
