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"A steak, medium, baked potato, and steamed broccoli with cheese if they have it."

He grins as I move past him, not giving up the chance to smack my ass. "A girl who can eat. I love that shit. Go take a look at my handiwork."

The stinging is still there, but my legs are barely working. I don't want to look too new at this sex thing, but a glance at Bodey makes me think about putting up a front. I won't lie, so I sit on the sofa. "As soon as the feeling comes back to my legs, I will. Tell me what it is."

"My initials," he says with a wiggle of the knife after he pulls it out of the sofa.

"Aren't they going to charge you for that?"

"Probably."

"How did you get all of this, Bodey?" I ask him, but the sound of my phone ringing stops him from answering. I grab my duffle bag off the coffee table to fetch it, and the name flashing across the screen brings a frown to my face.

"Who is it?"

"My mother."

"Perfect timing." He grins and trots over to me, taking the phone out of my hand and answering the call. "Hey, Debbie. It's Bodey."

CHAPTER 6

Bodey

"Bodey? When did you get out? Are you with Summer? Is she okay?"

With her? I just fucked the shit out of her, and the more I think about it, the more I want to go again. I'm like a starving man around her. I hate that she's all I want.

"Summer is fine. Tell her, Summer."

I hold her phone out, to which an exhausted Summer calls out, "I'm fine, Debbie."

"I hate it when you call me Debbie."

"I hate it when you call me for money," Summer replies with a roll of her eyes. She pushes herself off the sofa and walks into the suite's bedroom. The sway of her hips with my initials blazing red sends blood rushing to my cock, but I can't let her distract me.

"Debbie," I return to the call. "Summer's busy. How can I help?"

"Uh, um, I think I should really discuss this with her." The stammer and hesitation in Debbie's voice tell me that this isabout money.

"How much do you need, Debbie? Don't be shy. I have plenty," I tease the woman who never gave a fuck about me.Granted, I was 18 when she and Paulie got together. There's no need to make me feel like family, especially when my shithead father's plotting on setting me up, getting me out of his life for good.

Debbie's pelting me frantically with questions. "How, Bodey? How are you there? Why are you there? Is Summer okay?"

"Where is there, Debbie? Where do you think Summer is?" I ask her. There's a certain amount of joy I have in toying with her, dragging this out because she's as much to blame as Summer. But I don't want anything to do with Debbie, actually. I just need her to get Paulie to come to me. Debbie set the stage for my father to come in and ruin our lives collectively.

"Isn't she at work?"

"No, Debbie, she is not at work. She is…" I pause to listen when I hear the shower running, making me smile. "She is taking a shower. Debbie, I'm here to tie up loose ends."

"Oh my God, no," Debbie wails into the phone as if I just said I killed Summer. "Leave her alone, please. I'll do whatever you want, just tell me what you want."

"I want you to calm down and tell me how much money you need."

She stops hollering into the phone almost immediately. "Are you serious about the money? Is Summer in trouble?"

"Summer is in as much trouble as Summer allows herself to be in, Debbie. No thanks to you. So, out with it. How much is it going to take you to come visit your children?"

"You never belonged to me, Bodey. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called." Debbie hangs up abruptly, and I toss Summer's phone back into her bag.