He tried his only hope for an out, though, calling Rosa to see if she needed any more help getting ready for the party.She didn’t, because Noah had been over when El had been playing lovey-dovey with Paul, and he hadn’t just finished the cleaning, he’d appeared with a brand-new patio set. Complete with umbrella. In Rosa’s favorite color.And yet Rosa still talked about going out shopping for a new guy.“Whoa,” Denver said when El came through the door of the laundry, oblivious, perpetually happy MoJo in tow. “Trouble in paradise?”“Stuff it,” El snapped, tossing the end of the leash at him. “Watch her, will you? I’m going to go smoke.”“Hey.” Frowning, almost glaring, Denver scooped up MoJo and scratched behind her ears. “What the fuck’s gotten into you?”“Nothing.” El bit the word so hard it bled. “Nothing’s gotten into me. Can you watch the fucking dog or not?”Denver lifted MoJo, his big hands making such a cradle for the little dog she probably thought she was on some kind of shelf.
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