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Holy shit. I gotta go.

Slone

I want pictures!

And a video!

Don’t forget!

Me

[IMAGE]

[VIDEO]

We gotta behave. The flight attendants are eyeing me. I don’t know if they’re going to jump my bones or have me sniffed by a drug dog.

Slone

Poor baby.

Just remember whose ass that is.

And the dick. It’s also mine.

TWENTY-THREE

SLONE

Istood behind the bar for the first time since Trey came to EDGE. I hadn’t missed it a bit. Maybe I needed to cut my role down to administrative tasks for a while. Or maybe I wouldn’t give a fuck if I got to watch my boy out on the dance floor shaking his ass like he had while we were in Nashville.

“When’s Trey coming back?” Ewen asked.

I shook my head.

“What does that mean? You don’t know, or you don’t want to talk about it, or Ewen, you’re an idiot, shut the fuck up?”

“How about all the above?” I asked.

“Prick,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah, I love you too, jerkface.”

“But seriously,” he said, handing over the drink he had just poured to the dewy-eyed little staring up at him with awe, “When’s he coming back?”

“What can I get you?” I asked the Dom standing at the front of the line on my side of the bar to avoid telling Ewen I had no fucking clue when or even if Trey would be returning to Manchester.

Once I passed the drink over, Ewen cocked a brow at me, and I sighed. Fucking Devil Dog with a bone. He wouldn’t let itgo, resigned to hashing out my relationship with Trey and the lack of any solid plans about when or even if he would return.

“I’m not?—”

My watch buzzed with a text.

Trey

911

Answer