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She probably shouldn’t be checking another man out when her husband had just died. But then he hadn’t been a proper husband to her, had he?

What about the funeral? Were people wondering where she was? Was her father looking for her? What about the person who shot her?

Worry filled her. She couldn’t stay here any longer. Bad enough she’d been with them for two nights. They were at risk just being around her.

“Stop checking Caleb out and eat your oatmeal,” Wolfe scolded.

She gave him a shocked look. “Wolfe!”

“You were checking me out, huh?” Caleb drawled.

“I was not.”

“No lying,” Wolfe warned.

She stared at him in shock. She wasn’t lying. Well, she was. But it was a little white lie so she didn’t die of embarrassment.

“You can check me out anytime you feel like it, Vivi,” Caleb drawled, doing some more stretches.

Okay, now he had to be doing it on purpose.

“You were checking him out?” Aleki asked.

“She totally was. She liked what she saw,” Caleb boasted.

“Caleb!”

He grinned and winked at her. Okay, that was unexpected. She turned to look at Aleki, worried about his reaction. He had his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at her.

Oh no. He was upset. She never wanted to do that.

“How come you’re not checking me out?” Aleki asked.

Umm. Okay. That wasn’t what she’d expected him to say.

“W-what?”

“If you’re gonna check Caleb out, you should check me out too. Fair’s fair.”

“Fair’s fair?” she repeated.

“Uh-huh.”

“Maybe she just thinks my abs are better, man,” Caleb said wickedly.

What the hell? What was going on here? She reached over to pinch herself again.

“What are you doing?” Wolfe grabbed hold of her wrist and she froze.

“Umm, pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

“What? Don’t do that.” Wolfe frowned at her. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

Aleki sat on the bed facing her, sending Wolfe a glare. “I could have hurt myself when you yelled at me while I was sleeping.”

“You sleep like the dead. What if I’d been someone intent on hurting her?” Wolfe spooned up some oatmeal, tested the temperature against his lips then held it towards her.

She shook her head.


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