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“What do you want me to do? Create a job for you?”

“There has to be something,” he muttered under his breath.

“Trust me, if there was a way to get you out of here, I would send you. Hell, I would go myself.”

“Maggie’s about to have a baby,” he said accusingly.

“Do you want to be around when Maggie delivers? Trust me, it’s no picnic for anyone.”

I gripped his shoulder, trying to shake him out of the anger-fueled haze that had taken over. Now that the fighting was through, almost everyone had vanished, no longer interested in what happened from here.

“So, any idea how you set the alarms off?”

He cocked a grin at me. “It may have been because I was chasing this asshole through the building.” He shrugged slightly. “I may have fired a few rounds.”

“At Rob?” I asked incredulously.

He snickered. “It’s not like I was actually going to take him out.” He ducked his head. “I may have known that he didn’t sleep with Vanessa. I really just wanted to scare the piss out of him.”

“I’d say you failed,” I grinned. “He didn’t look at all concerned.”

“I know,” he said glumly. “Are we like…really fucking old or something? Are we losing our touch?”

“No,” I shook my head, but deep down, I questioned whether or not he was right. If we were getting too old, where did we go from here? Did we just retire and sip margaritas in the summer and shovel snow in the winter? That couldn’t be all there was to life. And the thought of staying home with Maggie and the kids all day…yikes, that was more than I could handle.

“No, you know what? We’re not getting too old. We’re in the prime of our lives. We still have years before our age catches up with us. But you’re right. We need a job to go out on.”

“Yeah.”

The sooner the better. And it needed to be something dangerous to really get the blood flowing. None of this pansy protection crap. We needed something that made us feel alive and reminded us what kind of men we really were.

The only question was what would Freckles do when she found out?

I glanced at Cazzo. “Maybe I’d better sleep at your place tonight.”

9

CAP

I rolled over and groaned at the pain in my back. It was the kind of pain you felt after sleeping wrong the whole night. I tried to sit up, but found it extremely difficult. Why was this so fucking hard?

Opening my tired eyes, I turned my head to look at Maggie. She had her arm thrown up over her head and she was snoring like a freight train. I yanked my pillow out from behind my head and smacked her in the face with it.

“Stop snoring. I was trying to sleep.”

She ignored me, slipping her hand down to her pants, scratching at her crotch. When had my wife become so disgusting? It would be different if she was feeling herself up, but to just scratch at herself…that was something men did.

I could hear the triplets jabbering in the other room. Sighing, I figured I would have to be the one to get up with them, but just once I wished that she would do it.

“Baby,” she said sleepily, kicking her foot out at me. “The kids are up.”

“Yeah, I can hear them,” I snapped. “You know, just once it would be nice if you got up with them instead of leaving me to take care of them.”

She started snoring again, completely ignoring me. It figured. Of course she would sleep in and leave me to take care of them. I started to roll out of bed, but got stuck mid-roll. I felt a hard kick in my stomach and slowly looked down.

Panic flared through me when I saw the protruding belly attached to me where my hard, chiseled abs should have been. I blinked several times, sure that I was seeing things. That was when I noticed I also had two very sizable breasts attached to my chest.

“Oh my God!” I shrieked, grabbing them in my hands. They were big and saggy. I scrambled out of bed as fast as I could and headed for the bathroom to see myself in the mirror. I waddled over to the en-suite, my belly slowing me down every step of the way, along with the pain in my hip from a horrible night’s sleep.

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