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fifteen A while turned out to be right, and Ester kept turning up the music every time the men began to argue. Although there wasn’t quite as much pounding of flesh as Nya might have expected, there was some verbal conflict. With the door closed, it was tough to pull out specifics of what was being said. She’d had a few swigs of wine from the bottle Ester had brought into the bedroom and was feeling buzzed. It was easier to be relaxed about what might be going on out there between the men she cared about when she had Ester keeping her entertained. The cards were still spread on the bed, but Nya was laughing at one of Ester’s stories and couldn’t remember what game they were playing. When the door opened and Archer came in, it took Nya a minute to regain her breath. Leaping off the bed
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