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“A picture?” I asked. “Of what?”

“Her body,” Rome said. “Have you never received a topless picture of a woman before?”

I gritted my teeth. “You guys are bad influences.”

“Fuck yes, we are,” Sebastian said. “Come on, man. Have some fun in life. Have more whiskey. Let’s see her tits.”

I shook my head, smiling. Actually smiling.

The whiskey in my head suggested I listen to the guys.

Why not?

“Fuck it,” I whispered.

Hey, love. How about a picture? I almost forget the way you look - and taste. And I don’t want just a picture of your face either, love.

Jago whistled when I sent the text.

He didn’t read that one out loud.

“How’d that go?” Henry asked.

“Can’t believe I just did that,” I said. “You guys are all assholes.”

“Sure we are,” Rome said. He rubbed his hands together. “But in just a few seconds, we’re going to be looking at some boobies.”

“Boobies?” Joe asked. “How old are you?”

Rome smacked his lips together.

“Okay, I’m not showing any of you a picture of Hazel,” I said. “That’s not right to do.”

“Oh, you’re a man of honor now?” Jago asked.

My phone vibrated.

Rome lunged forward and grabbed my phone.

I jumped up and grabbed my chair, ready to swing it and take Rome’s head off.

“Holy shit,” Rome said.

He turned around, his face pale.

I held the chair in the air.

Rome handed me my phone back. “Guys, we need to give Atlas some space. For a second or two.”

I dropped the chair and looked at my phone.

Hazel did send me a picture.

But it wasn’t of her face.

It wasn’t of her breasts either.

It was a picture of a positive pregnancy test.

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