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“Ten minutes,�� Butch whispered into Marissa’s ear. “Can I have ten minutes with you before you go? Please, baby…��
V rolled his eyes and was relieved to be annoyed at the lovey-dovey routine. At least all the testosterone in him hadn’t dried up.
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V took a pull on his mug. “Marissa, throw the sap bastard a bone, would you? The simpering wears on my nerves.��
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?�� Marissa packed up her papers with a laugh and shot Butch a look. “Ten minutes. And you’d better make them count.��
Butch was up out of that chair like the thing was on fire. “Don’t I always?��
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As the two locked lips, V snorted. “Have fun, kiddies. Somewhere else.��
They’d just left when Zsadist came in at a dead run. “Shit. Shit…shit…��
“What’s doing, my brother?��
“I’m teaching and I’m late.�� Zsadist grabbed a sleeve of bagels, a turkey leg out of the refridg and a quart of ice cream from the freezer. “Shit.��
“That’s your breakfast?��
“Shut up. It’s almost a turkey sandwich.��
“Rocky Road don’t count as mayo, my brother.��
“Whatever.�� He beelined back for the door. “Oh, by the way, Phury’s here again, and he brought that Chosen with him. Figured you’d want to know in case you see a random female ghosting around here.��
Whoa. Surprise. “How’s he doing?��
Zsadist paused. “I don’t know. He’s pretty tight about shit. Not real talkative. The bastard.��
“Oh, and you’re a candidate for The View?��
“Right back at you, Bahbwa.��
“Touché.�� V shook his head. “Man, I owe him.��
“Yeah, you do. We all do.��
“Hold up, Z.�� V tossed the spoon he’d used to sugar his coffee across the room. “You’re going to want this, true.��
Z caught the thing on the fly. “Ah, would have spaced that. Thanks. Man, I got Bella on the brain all’a time, feel me?��
The butler’s door flapped shut.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound