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Waking in the sheets she’d torn up with her husband, Whisper yawned and reached across the bed for him. Her arm went as far as it could, her hand widened, but she didn’t touch anyone. Opening her eyes, she slammed her hands into the mattress and pushed up. Looking around, Whisper found she really was all alone in bed and in the room.
Jumping out of bed, she sought the short silky robe Shyla had loaned to her earlier in the week and pulled it on to hurry out of the room.
She expected her husband would be with his brothers and maybe surrounded by feds. Instead, she stopped at the sight of the McDades all seated around the dining table, various drinks in front of them.
Burl was at the head of the table, which presented him the perfect angle to view her surprise.
“Good even
