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“No reason for him to be doing that. He’ll just end up hurt.” The corner of my mouth twitched upward. “Nothing like a little pain to make a man feel alive.” Torin grunted. Stormy set the stack of glasses she was carrying on the counter and rolled her eyes. “You need to feel alive, go bungee jumpin’ or run a marathon—no need to risk brain damage just for a little adrenaline.” I rapped my knuckles against Torin’s head. “Nothing there to risk, Stormy.” “f**k you,” Tor said wryly. And if I wasn’t mistaken, I think he might have even smirked. The front door swung open, letting in a blinding shaft of light while Conner, Pops, and Nana filed inside. What the f**k was Nana Byrne doing here? I glared at my father. He raised his hands in annoyance. “Don’t start with me. She has a doctor’s appointmen
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