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“I need to get back home. Work isn’t important today. Take the day off, too.”

“Are you sure? I could stay here. Make sure things are in order for you and Sunday when you come back. I don’t mind. I want to help.”

I kiss her, and any hurt about Noah’s assumptions floats away. Her tongue lazily tangles with mine. My hands sift through her hair. Her lips bring me comfort on a really shitty, difficult day.

“You already help enough by just being you.” I can’t pull my lips from hers as I speak, “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

She follows me outside without any protest.

I walk Noah home. I could drive her, but I want the extra time. In silence and hand in hand, we walk side by side. When we approach her house, we find Sunday waiting on the porch swing. She doesn’t stand and barely even looks up as we step foot onto the porch.

“Sun, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t have left the house,” I only mildly scold her.

She’s been through a lot, and the last thing she needs is another man yelling at her.

“I’m here to talk to Noah.” She looks up, and my anger resurfaces when I see her battered face. She shifts to face Noah. “Woman to woman, we need to talk. Alone.”

“You don’t have to do this,” I tell Sunday. I already know why she’s here; she thinks she needs to explain things to Noah. She doesn’t though. Not if she doesn’t want to.

Sunday is always thinking about what’s best for me, and she knows keeping this from Noah will put a strain on my relationship with her. Still, that doesn’t mean Sunday should have to rip out her heart to someone she just met.

“Go home, Brazen. This isn’t up to you. You won’t change my mind.”

I kiss Sunday on the cheek, and she softly hisses in pain.

“Sorry.”

She nods.

“I’ll leave you two alone, but I’m not going far. And, Sunday, I’m driving you home.” Then, I turn to Noah. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.” I kiss her on the lips, leaving these two girls with all of Sunday’s secrets.

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