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“I brought my nephew home.”

“Aight. He home.”

“Xavier,” I snapped.

“What?”

“Why the fuck are you acting like that?”

“I ain’t acting like nothing.”

“You definitely acting like something.”

Xay looked between us.

Not suspicious enough to know anything.

But irritated.

Territorial.

And normally?

That probably would’ve made me feel good.

My husband caring that another man was standing in his house.

Except the other man was his fucking brother.

And two minutes ago, I’d been begging that brother for something I had no business asking him for.

Levin pushed away from the wall.

“Aight.”

He looked at Xay.

Then me.

His eyes stayed on mine one second too long.

“Thanks again for getting Zion,” I said.

“No problem.”

He headed toward the door.

Xay watched him.

I watched him too.

For completely different fucking reasons.

Levin grabbed the doorknob.

Then stopped.

“Yo, Xay.”