Page 26 of Over & Out

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Page 26 of Over & Out

“People still say capisce.”

“I would argue they do not.”

I hold up a third finger. “Three!”

He straightens, nodding like he’s ready.

“I’m not alerting you to meetings in your bedroom,” I say, remembering Tru and Cindi had to go in there to wake him up. “It’s weird.”

“Come on. Sometimes I have a hard time waking up.”

“You’re a grown man.”

“You noticed?”

I narrow my eyes. “That gong is going to live beside your door. If you’re not awake, I’m going to hit it repeatedly until you are.”

“That’s a little excess?—”

“Which brings me to number four.”

He lets out a huff of breath. He’s annoyed now, which is good. It’s easier to focus on how much I can’t stand him this way.

“Four.” I continue. “You wear clothes when you talk to me.”

He waggles his brows. “Too distracting without them?”

Luckily the rage I feel at his cockiness is hot enough to mostly drown out the rush of hormones that flares through me remembering him shirtless in the kitchen. “No. I prefer not to have meetings with toddlers. Or did you forget that part?” I think back to how furious he got when I called him a toddler at the restaurant.

But his brows are knitted together. Hedidforget.

I huff. “Clothes,” I say. “No exceptions.”

“What if I’m on working out?”

“There are clothes for that.”

“On set?”

I give an exasperated huff. “One exception.”

“What if it’s hot out?”

“Shorts are fine.”

“What if I’m in the pool?”

I grit my teeth. “Don’t be pedantic, Donnach. Shirts, where applicable. No pants and you get a…a… one-hundred-dollar fine.”

“That’s it?”

“Five hundred dollar fine!”

“Okay, Drill Sergeant. Anything else?”

I pinch my lips. There is one more thing. It’s the one I should have said first. The one Tru already confirmed, but I know I need to hear it from hismouth.

“You will never bullshit me.”


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