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Murphy shook his head. “I broke up with you because I was trying to avoid shit like this happening. I didn’t know my life would still touch you even if we weren’t together.”

I tipped my head to the side. “So since it is touching me, you might as well be touching me, too?”

He frowned. “I’m glad you can joke about this, Tatum.”

“If I don’t joke about it, I’m going to cry, Murphy.” I laid my hand on his chest. “I’m glad you and I are back to us, and as much as I hope bad things happen to Brandt, a tiny piece of me has to thank him for bringing us together again.” It was a shitty truth, but that’s what it was.

“Brandt doesn’t get credit for anything, Tatum. He’s living on borrowed time right now. We should have put him down a long time ago,” he growled.

I nodded. I didn’t want Murphy to be upset about Brandt right now. I was damn near close to being naked, and I had all the goods to distract him. “I know, honey.” I rubbed my hand over his chest. “Why don’t we do something other than talk about Brandt or Jada?” I suggested. “I could use a shower and maybe some breakfast.”

Murphy grabbed the lapel of my shirt and pulled it out of my grasp. “Feeling dirty, baby girl?”

A smile spread across my lips. “Will you wash my back for me?”

That did the trick.

Murphy bent, planted his shoulder in my stomach, and hoisted me up. “I’ll wash your front, too.”

He slapped my bare butt, and I let out a scream. “Ow!”

Murphy stalked to the bathroom, and we didn’t get to breakfast until we were both squeaky clean.

Chapter Nineteen

Murphy

“Minnesota?” I asked.

“What the fuck is there?” Apollo asked.

“Not a lot,” Leo chuckled. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. Creed found the place through Candace. It’s her grandfather’s place.”

“We are surrounded by soybean fields, guys. I can see for a mile all around us.” Creed laughed. “We’re going to see Brandt coming before he knows what’s coming.”

“Good,” I grunted. “I’m ready for this bullshit to be over. Hopefully, it won’t be long until he shows his face again.”

“Things not going good with Tatum?” Apollo asked. “Greer was asking about her the other day.”

It had been ten days since Tatum and I had been thrown together again.

Seven days since we both gave in to what we wanted.

Seven days of acting like the world outside of the cabin didn’t exist.

“Things are fine,” I grunted.

“You seal the deal with her yet?” Creed asked. “I was thinking if you didn’t, I might throw my hat in the ring.”

“Oh,” Princeton drawled. “You are an idiot, Creed.”

“Say that again,” I growled. Creed didn’t stand a chance with Tatum because she was mine. We still had some things to work out, but she was mine right now.

Creed chuckled. “Just making sure you’re not going to throw in the towel like you did five years ago.”

“Fuck. You.”

They all laughed.

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