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Iccckkk!

Lana was now kneeling between Grizz’s legs.

I needed bleach for my eyes.

“Yours is ready. I’m still burning Grizz’s steak,” I hollered back.

“Bring it to me,” Bishop commanded.

God no! Come on. I buy girl scout cookies. I donate to the food bank. No! Shit, I’d known I was in trouble for never returning that library book. Now, this was my punishment.

I plated Bishop’s food. Grabbed utensils, beer, and everything else I could think of because I only wanted to make one fucking trip. I walked around the counter and kept my eyes down. I concentrated on the sounds coming from the TV.

The crowd is electric.

Did you see that?

Both fighters are taking a beating.

He’s got a good chin, he’s taking those hits like a champ.

“Move it, bitch. I’m hungry,” Bishop growled.

I set the food on the coffee table to the left of Bishop. I’d successfully not looked at anyone on the couch.

“Hey, this looks good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I mumbled.

I turned around and almost fell from the pain, but caught myself. I scurried back to the kitchen as fast as I could.

I looked in the skillet, and Grizz’s steak was definitely looking burned. I plated his food and waited for him to holler.

I felt like I was going to fall over. I gripped the edge of the counter in front of the sink, careful not to look out of the corner of my eye into the living room. Instead, I concentrated on the trees outside the kitchen window.

I probably should’ve eaten something to keep up my strength, but I would just throw up.

Drink water.

It was Trenda’s voice bossing me around.

I went to the fridge to see if there were any more bottles of water, but there weren’t. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and examined it to see if it was clean. It looked clean, but I washed it anyway. My head jerked up when I heard a noise against the window.

I looked. It was weird, but it looked like there was a head. I squinted.

It is a head!

I looked over at the living room. Damn, Lana still wasn’t done. There were windows above the couch. The curtains weren’t closed. I looked back at the head in the kitchen window.

Oh thank you Jesus, it’s Beau!

He was pointing toward the ground.

I immediately dropped down to the kitchen floor.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The house was a fairly small, U-shaped rambler. Three bedrooms along one side of the U, then this living room, dining room, and a kitchen along the back, with the garage forming the other side of the U. The only places that were occupied were the living room and kitchen.