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The moment I stepped back inside, Cisco stuffed me into a chair next to Rohan. I sent Ro a questioning look and he shrugged.
Cisco opened the fridge. “Happy engagement!”
The L.A. contingent broke into hoots and whistles as he set a cake shaped like a semi-erect p***s down in front of me.
Ari merely shook his head while Baruch looked profoundly disturbed.
“You people are children,” Baruch said.
“Tree Trunk, do the naughty edibles upset you?”
Baruch scowled at me and decamped into his bedroom.
“I mean, he’s not wrong to flee.” I grimaced at the cake.
It was a flesh-colored atrocity, complete with chocolate sprinkles on the balls for pubes. The words “To Have and To Hold” were written in icing script along the shaft.
“You really shouldn’t have,” Rohan said. The guys knew perfectl
