Chapter Twenty-One
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I haven’t lost my temper like that in months, years even, and it only took some asshole eye-f*****g Everleigh to make me snap. Cain’s one of the gym junkies who comes in almost every day, bragging about how much he can lift and how many phone numbers he gets. Then in the next breath, he’ll say what a great dad he is and how his wife gives him midday blow jobs. If I wasn’t working, I would’ve decked him long ago for being a f*****g i***t.
After we get back to the house, Everleigh unveils the cake.
“Please don’t laugh. I’m still an amateur decorator, but I found this recipe and thought you’d like it,” Everleigh says, carrying it to the sofa. She made me close my eyes and promise not to peek.
“I promise I won’t laugh,” I reassure her. “Can I look now?”
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