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“Less? Did you get lost looking for hot sauce?”

I grin immediately.

“Nope! I got it.”

Brielle laughs.

“You better go. Your girl sounds impatient.”

“She's always impatient.”

“Lucky you.”

Damn right.

I head back toward the dining room.

Back to Amanda.

Back to my favorite place in the world.

Behind me, I hear Brielle softly whisper something.

So quietly I almost miss it.

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “Lucky her.”

But all I can think about is my Rusty waiting for me.

And honestly?

Nothing else matters.

Chapter 22

Amanda

Brielle's eyes catch on something sitting beside the sink.

She freezes.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

She lowers her hand.

Turns toward me.

“Amanda.”

“What?”

“Why is there a giant military knife in your dish rack?”

I follow her gaze.

Oh.