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“Art therapy”

He looked over his shoulder with a quickly fading grin “Shit, for real?”

“Yep”

“You doing better?”

“A bit, not much You?”

Tate shrugged “Only time will tell” He turned in the doorway and froze “I think you should’ve told your girl I was still here”

I peeked over his shoulder to find Jana scra off the counter, butt naked, as she tried to cover herself with a kitchen towel and then an apron “Shit! I thought…never mind I need a minute, or a million, maybe just a rock to climb under”

I grinned at her adorable aardness and Tate laughed “We’ll be in the living room Tate needs an accountant”

She peeked up over the counter and grinned “Really? Great! Just…go away please and thanks” She sank back behind the counter, whispering curses to herself She was fucking adorable

“We’re in the living rooh “Don’t embarrass her,” I warned

Tate held his hands up in surrender “Embarrass? I’ for me butt naked on a counter somewhere I’ve been in prison for six years, dude”

“You up for a party tonight?”

“Nope Dinner?”

“You cooking?”

He shook his head “You’re buying, big brother”