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Chapters (50)
  1. Dedication
  2. About This Book
  3. CHAPTER ONE
  4. CHAPTER TWO
  5. CHAPTER THREE
  6. CHAPTER FOUR
  7. CHAPTER FIVE
  8. CHAPTER SIX
  9. CHAPTER SEVEN
  10. CHAPTER EIGHT
  11. CHAPTER NINE
  12. CHAPTER TEN
  13. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  14. CHAPTER TWELVE
  15. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  20. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  21. CHAPTER NINTEEN
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  42. CHAPTER FORTY
  43. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

“It’s literally fifty feet away.”

“Yeah, but we want beer and snacks,” Eddie called out. “You’ll need extra hands.”

“I’ll go.” Noah volunteered.

He wasn’t sure who was more surprised, Cat or him.

“Are you two going to need a babysitter?” Drake teased.

“I’m not helping either one of you with the body,” Henry chimed in.

“So, dramatic,” Cat complained. “Two adults who don’t like each other can go to the grocery store without committing a murder.”

“Not when one of those adults is you,” Gannon pointed out.

Cat flipped her brother the bird and stuck her tongue out.

Gannon reciprocated by rubbing his eye with his middle finger. “Oh, sorry. I seem to have something in my eye.”

“I’m surrounded by comedians,” Cat complained and wedged her way through the crowd toward the door. “Let’s go, Yates.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“You guys are like one big, messy family,” Noah noted as he closed the RV door behind them while Cat zipped her jacket up to her chin.

She laughed, a silvery cloud of breath escaping with it. “We are family. You spend this much time with each other, and you end up bonding whether you want to or not.”

“You don’t seem to mind,” he pointed out.

She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “I love my job, and I couldn’t do that job without those yahoos in there. They’re very dear to me.”

They set off across the parking lot.

“I’m surprised at how much they seem to care.”

“Jesus, Noah. Do you realize how snotty you sound right now? Of course, they care. They’re human beings.”

“That came out wrong. Sort of. I wasn’t expecting this when you forced me into filming.”

“I told you we wouldn’t screw you over,” Cat reminded him smugly.

“Yeah, but how was I supposed to know I can trust that? You can’t expect me to believe that every crew would come in here and care.”

“No, of course not. Not all teams are equal. Mine just happens to be pretty damn superior in every way.”

“So far they seem great.”

“You are wound so tightly I’m amazed you haven’t popped a vein. Why are you always waiting for something bad to happen?”

Cat was prodding at a sore spot that he’d only just become aware of. “I’m not that bad.”

She jumped, landing with both feet on the mat in front of the automatic door. The doors slid open. “When’s the last time you had any fun at all?” she asked, shoving a cart at him.

“Six nights ago, in the alley.”

“Hmm.” The look she leveled at him gave nothing away. “I was wondering if you’d bring that up. I couldn’t decide if you were going to bring it up and apologize or pretend that it never happened.”