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Brooke
Darla took one look at me when I walked into work and opened her arms for a hug. Today’s muumuu was green with pink flowers, but the bright colours did little to cheer me up.
“What happened, hun? You look as if your dog just died.”
“Vega’s fine.” Deck was probably feeding him potato chips and sliced ham by now. “But everything with Luca went wrong. It was h-h-horrible. Aaron came back early from his trip and walked in on us, and there was a fight, and b-b-blood, and now Luca’s gone.”
“Oh, shoot.” Darla’s eyes saucered. “That’s a lot to unravel. Who won the fight?”
“Aaron, but only because Luca didn’t hit back. And I want to be mad at Aaron, but I can’t even do that because we were in his apartment and I was in quite a, uh, compromising position, so he had every right to be
