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Asher
I finally dropped off to sleep around eight the next morning after tempting Mozart back into his cage with some sunflower seeds.
By ten, my phone started blowing up. Okay, fine, I got three texts and then a phone call. But for me, that was busy. I ignored the texts but groaned and swatted my arm out blindly for my phone on my nightstand when it just kept ringing.
After I slurred out a hello, Pick’s way too awake voice blared in my ear. “Hey, I got another house to check out. You in?”
I wiped my hand over my face, yawned, and then sat up. “Sure. When and where?”
“I’ll pick you up in ten.”
He hung up on me, and I shook my head, not sure why he kept asking me to tag along. Then I went to erase the texts he’d sent, only to discover they weren’t from him. All three were from Sti
