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His arth When he holdsdeep inside me At my lowest, he wraps his arms around me, and somehow it doesn’t feel like all is lost

“It feels fucking good”

I keep repeating it in ht I have before I finally fall asleep is: Yes, Morrison Caldwell, it does feel fucking good Too bad I don’t have it in me to tell you that

Morning coht, and Sally, who is off today, is lined up to start watching Marisa for me

After I wash up and get ready for the day, soo past and can’t find him in, the more dread settles in my belly

My et no answer Did I push hi in hter?

Jagger is in the kitchen when I round the corner to check for Morrison He pops in and out, but always takes the ti me feel accepted Still, of the three brothers, I find him the moodiest and most unpredictable

“Mornin’, Hailey”

“Mornin’, Jagger You haven’t by any chance seen Morrison, have you?”

“Yup—just got back fro hias card in the glove box”

“Airport? What do you o?”

Jagger gives rin “That sassy ot two fine-ass women with spunk”

I brush off what Jagger is saying aboutMorrison’s woht now “Jagger, where did he go?”

“Where he always goes,” he plainly states, like this is all just coe “Don’t worry, he’ll be back in a week, two, tops He doesn’t stay away long”

A week, two, tops?

Until thisaway from Morrison Since he ca around, becausewell, because he’s always been here

He left without saying goodbye