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Heat floods my face.

“It's not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Brielle squeaks. “Amanda, my ex-husband didn't know my birthday.”

Nick nearly spits out his drink.

Less just frowns.

“How the fuck do you forget your wife’s birthday?”

Brielle points dramatically.

“See? That's what I said!”

I burst out laughing.

And just like that, the room erupts.

Nick smirks, which is as close as I think he gets to laughing.

Brielle is chuckling.

I’m laughing.

And Less is smirking.

And for one perfect second—everything feels normal.

No possibly homicidal stalkers.

No accidents.

No fear.

Just life.

Just happiness.

Just us.

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I actually don't mind having company.

Which is surprising.

Because generally speaking, I hate people.

Not all people.

Just most of them.

But Brielle makes Amanda laugh, and that's enough for me.

And if Rusty wants friends around?