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“Never” Kellan smiles at Cleo, and they latch hands

“She is” He winks into the rear view mirror

“You should be glad ,” she teases

“Oh, I am I really am” I can hear a cord of sincerity in his low voice, and I wonder what it means Then I remember his history, and I realize it’s probably that I don’t think I got quite the whole story at breakfast, but I gathered the two of theh Kellan’s marijuana business, and he was ad time with a relapse when he and Cleo hadn’t know each other very long

“Ah, shit” Barrett tilts his head back, gritting his teeth He lets o, heaves a breath out, and fishes into his pocket “I had a ht now Damn,” he murmurs as he texts

“She’s so nice” I buhtly “Don’t worry”

Sure enough, Mallorie Pryce tells him he can see the space later today, or

any day

“Just a minute, Mallorie” He covers the mouthpiece and looks to me “One thirty?”

“Sure”

“We should go too,” I hear Cleo telling Kellan as Barrett gets off the phone with the realtor

Kellan laughs “Maybe—if Barrett wants us to Whatcha say, B?”

Barrett leans back against the seat and finds uys want to stay around that long?”

“Are you trying to get rid of us?” Kellan smiles at his brother in the rearview mirror, and I can feel a warmth between the two of them

“No way” Barrett surprises rip on my hand so he can lean up and ruffle Kellan’s blond hair He drapes his arm loosely around Kellan’s neck and says, “I missed my little bro”