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The back room at Gertie’s buzzed with multiple conversations.
“I thought this meeting was supposed to start at eight,” Shea said to Savage and Indigo. “It’s almost eight thirty.”
Her phone rang with Jessica’s ringtone. Shea silenced it and sent the call to voicemail.
“The wife gotcha on a short leash?” joked Indigo, who had been acting goofy since she arrived.
Shea shook her head. “Just anxious is all.”
“Don’t pay no attention to her,” said Savage. “It’s the pain meds talking.”
“And they’re damn good, too!” Indigo chuckled then winced, grabbing her right side. “ ’Cept when I laugh.”
“Just take it easy on those.” Shea winked at her. “Don’t want to see you get addicted.”
“Oh, don’t even start with that d**g talk.” Indigo crossed her arms.
Shea glanced around the room. “Where’s O
