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death no thanks to Cole and the foot loose moves he shoved into his gut.
 Will you check on him for me? It comes out a whimper, and I lower my gaze because I have a
feeling that might actually seal Bryson s death warrant.
Cole blows out a breath before glancing back down the hall.
 Nah. He flexes a short-lived smile.  Why don t you do it? I m tapped.
 Really? You re okay with that?
 Just don t do anything with him, please. His hands fly near his temples.  I m not ready to go
there. Not tonight.
 Got it.
 Baya? He scratches at the back of his neck.  Where were you this weekend?
Tears pool in my eyes once again because it kills me that I lied to him.
 I was with Bryson.
He gives a quick nod.  I never want you to feel like you can t tell me the truth again. You mean
the world to me, Baya, and I was worried sick.
I pull Cole into another embrace.  You really are the world s best big brother, you know that?
 I know.
 Hey, I blow it out in less than a whisper as I make my way back into Bryson s room. His head
is buried under a pillow, and the lights are still on, so I turn them off and crawl into bed with him.
 You okay? I ride my hand carefully over his stomach.
 I ll live. He groans as he gets up on his elbow. The moonlight washes through the room and
bleaches all the color out of our world.  Everything go okay? He brushes the hair from my eyes, and
the ghost of a smile plays on his lips. It would figure that he gets his boys handed to him on a stick,
but it s me he s worried about. Bryson is just that sweet.
 Better than okay, I whisper.  By the way, I m pretty sure he s taken killing you off his shortlist
of things to do.
 My balls are glad to hear it. He dots my forehead with a kiss.  Come here. Bryson adjusts
his pillow and covers us with a blanket from off the floor.  Does he know you re in here? His strong
hand traces along my thigh, and I lean further into him, encouraging him to trace out every nuance if he
wanted.
 Yes, but he asked me not to do anything with you. I shrug.
 That s all right. He sort of disabled those services in me for a while anyway. I m afraid he
wiped out any children we might have wanted in the future.
 We ll always have Lucy. I snuggle into him giddy just thinking about a future with Bryson.
 We ll always have Lucy. He presses his lips to my forehead.
 Bryson?
 Yeah? He pulls me in until we re spooning, and his warm arm lies over my waist.
 Whatever happened to Stephanie?
 I cost her everything.
 Will you ever tell me the whole story?
 Yes, Baya, he says it sleepy with undertones of grief. His arm wraps tighter around my waist
as if I were about to fly away.  I promise I will.
Bryson
I spend all day Saturday working my ass off at Capwell Inc. trying to get from under the plethora of
files Aubree buried me in. I was going to drill her a new one for ratting Baya out to her brother, but
since the shit already hit the fan, I thought why make things difficult for myself.
Aubree has made it a practice to accost me routinely ever since we were in high school. I m
sure she can t understand why I ve bagged and tagged at least a dozen of her own sorority sisters, and
yet I seem to be allergic to her blonde eminence every time she struts in the room. The problem with
Aubree is that she would have never understood that she was just another get. She s the kind of girl
who would want to stick around and be  the one, but I wasn t feeling it before, and now that I have
Baya, for sure, I want nothing to do with Aubree. The truth is, before Baya I wasn t feeling it for
anyone not even Steph and that s the reason things went down in flames. But I m feeling it now for
sweet, beautiful Baya. I hope to God she doesn t hate me one day for trying to make it work with her.
 You re here bright eyed and bushy tailed. Aubree saunters into the office with her tits thrust
forward, ass out. I swear, half the time she looks like a cartoon character. She comes in for a closer
inspection of my scrapes and bruises.  Holy shit. She gives a little laugh.  Someone had a rough
night. Care to talk about it?
 Not particularly.
 Your little girlfriend show you who s boss? It titters from her like the juiciest piece of gossip.
 Nope. I lean in my chair and throw my hands behind my neck, affording her the bird s eye
view.  It was her brother.
Her mouth drops to her feet.  He really did a number on you. She sits on the edge of my desk,
and I avert my eyes at the thought of her getting comfy.  So what happened? Dump the little slut so
soon?
 She s not a slut, don t call her that. And, no, I didn t dump her. We re still very much together.
 Hmm. She makes a face.  I talked to her last week, she still wants in at Alpha Chi.
I shake my head stymied by this.  She probably likes the idea of having girls around once in a
while.
 You used to like that idea. Aubree bears into me with a razor sharp stare that threatens to
finish the job Cole started.
 People change.
 Not usually. She walks out of the room with nothing but the clatter of heels.
Late that afternoon I get home and find Baya sprawled on the couch, reading a magazine. Her
dark hair floats around her like beautiful, exotic leaves. The rosy glow in her cheeks makes her look
like an angel that just had the orgasm of a lifetime, and suddenly I want to be the one to give it to her,
right here, right now.
 Hey, gorgeous, I say at the peril of my own balls. I have no clue where Cole is.  You want to
go for a quick bike ride?
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