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“I’ll take that grunt to mean we have an understanding. You’ll watch out for her. You won’t fuck with her. And together we’ll make sure Warner Fucking Dipshit the Third never gets within a city block of her.”

I nodded again. “Fine.”

“Give me your phone,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Why?”

“Oh, you want me to text Naomi when Warner shows up looking for her?”

I handed it over. Stef held it up to my scowling face to unlock it. “Huh. Wonder if it would unlock if you were smiling.”

“I don’t know. Never tried.”

He smirked. “I like you, Knox. You sure you’re not interested in our girl?”

“Definitely not,” I lied.

Stef studied me. “Hmm. You’re either dumber than you look or you’re a better liar than I thought.”

“Are you done? I’d like to get back to not having you in my house.”

EIGHTEEN

MAKEOVERS FOR EVERYONE

Naomi

“Surprise!” Stef said as he pulled into a parking space directly in front of Whiskey Clipper.

Uh-oh.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

“Back-to-school hair,” Stef said.

“Seriously?” Waylay asked, biting her lip. She couldn’t quite pull off the bored pre-teen vibe, and I knew it was going to be a good idea, even if it meant braving a run-in with Knox.

“Deadly, darling,” Stef said, hopping out from behind the wheel of his spiffy little Porsche SUV. He opened the back door for her. “First day of school is a fresh start for everyone. And from the reviews, this is the place for hair.”

I climbed out and joined them on the sidewalk.

Stef slung an arm around both of us. “First hair. Then lunch. Then nails. Then fashion show for first-day outfits.”

I grinned. “Outfits?”

“You’re walking Way to the bus. You need something that says ‘responsible yet hot aunt.’”

Waylay giggled. “Most moms just show up in pajamas or in sweaty workout stuff.”

“Exactly. We need to make a statement that the Witt women are fierce and fashionable.”

I rolled my eyes.

Stef caught me and crossed his arms in impatience. “What have I always told you, Naomi? And you listen to this too, Way.”

“When you look good, you feel good,” I recited.

“Good girl. Now get your cute little asses in there.”


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