Book 5 Naked
Thaddeus POV "What do we do now?" Theon and I were curled up on the couch with Trinity. She had one too many of those glasses of wine. Initially pouring one glass down the sink, she shook her head quickly and poured another glass to argue with herself why she would do such a thing. "Weak ass wine," she muttered. "They don't make wine like they do in Italy." One bottle was gone, and she sat it on the coffee table in front of the small flat screen. "So soft, you are like mini couches," she muttered. In seconds her body became still as her breathing evened out. "Do we move her? She has to be uncomfortable?" Theon nudged Trinity with her snout as she curled up closer to him. "I mean, I could stay here like this all night, but her neck will be hurting in the morning." Trinity's head lulled
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