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"Something's bothering you, Shay. I wish you'd tell me," James says.

"What? I'm fine." I study the cards in my hand before choosing one and laying it down. When James makes no comment, I glance up. He sets his hand down face-side up, so I assume that means he's done playing. At his continued silence, I sigh, leaning back into the pillows James had propped behind me before we started the game. "I feel guilty."

"For what? Being mean to Dak? You should." His face scrunches up the same way it did when we were little kids and he was mad he got caught doing something and I didn't. He wasn't as sly as me, so no matter how many snacks I snuck out of the pantry or how late I stayed up under the covers with a flashlight after we were supposed to be asleep, I never got caught. However, he did. Every single time.

"What now?" I ask, completely perplexed. His eyes are glowing and the grin spreading across his face is making me nervous.

"You just smiled. A real, genuine, full teeth smile. What were you thinking about?"

A laugh bubbles up from inside me. "How sucky you were at getting away with stuff when we were kids. Did you want to get caught by Mom and Dad?" The way his eyes widen and his lips twitch makes me narrow mine suspiciously. "You did want to get caught? But why?"

James huffs as he crosses his arms and leans back into his seat. "Because you"-he waves his arm toward me-"got away with murder, and I couldn't even skip changing my underwear without getting caught. It was so annoying how easily you got away with stuff...and don't sit there all smug, either. You may have been able to fool Mom and Dad, but I tricked you."

"Never. Not once did you pull anything over on me. You weren't near smooth enough," I reply, holding in another round of laughter.

"Oh yes, I did." Tilting his head, he squirms in his seat, dancing like a goof. "Once I figured out you were sneakier, I let myself get caught a couple times in a row. Then you felt bad for me, and I never had to try to get my own stuff again. You would do it for me. If you got a fruit roll-up for you, you got one for me. If you went for a juice box for you, you brought me one, too. Tell me who was the slick one now. Ha. I didn't have to worry about being sneaky after that." I can't help it. Now I'm cracking up. "What? Why are you laughing? I did fool you, and Mom, and Dad, just everybody. You should be impressed right now."

I try, I really try to respond, but by the time I do, I have tears rolling down my face, and James is glaring death rays at me. "Jay, you still got caught. When I snuck you treats, your dumb ass used to put the empty wrappers and juice boxes into the trash, in your own room. And you still got in trouble. First, for eating in your room, and then they'd yell asking how you got it in the first place."

His bottom lip pokes out. "Yeah, how come you never got in trouble for that? Where did you put your trash?"

I shrug. "Wherever I could find. Under my mattress, in the bottom of my Legos, you name a hidden spot, and I crammed stuff there."

"But...trash goes in the garbage can! That's not fair!" His high-pitched voice sends me into another fit of laughter.

"Oh, little bro, it's a good thing you didn't plan a life of crime. A first day in the academy cadet would've caught you."

His lip comes out even farther, which is hysterical, and he mumbles, "Whatever. I still say that's not fair. You were cheating. Mom always said the garbage can was the only place for trash. You cheated."

"Jay, we were already eating stolen snacks. Why in the world would I have been concerned about disposing of the evidence in the proper container. You're hilarious."

"And you, Mr. Smarty Pants, did not distract me from my original question. What's wrong today?"

Huh. He's right. I didn't distract him, but he's wrong about one thing. I wasn't purposefully avoiding the question anymore. I really was enjoying the memory. "It's not a big deal. I feel guilty because you only have so much time off between your job and your volunteer work, and you waste it sitting up here with me."

With a fierceness I've only ever seen him show toward protecting an animal, he says, "I'm not wasting anything being here with you. You're the reason I came home. Our time together means everything to me, and I don't care if it's here or somewhere else. We missed out on too many years together, and I'm not missing another minute."

My eyes water again, and not from laughter. Not quite ready to wade into the depths of emotional baggage we still need to unpack, I ask, "How is Dak, by the way?"

A strange expression I can't interpret quickly crosses his face. "He's fine. Why do you ask?"

"He was upset when he left here last night," I say, quickly adding, "And it wasn't my fault. We were actually...I don't know...getting along, I guess. As much as you can get along with someone who makes you sweep from a bed, anyway. And then he got...distant. It was like a switch flipped or something. One minute the guy was giving me a hard time and you know, encouraging me, showing me I can do more than I thought I could from this damn bed, and the next he was just going through the motions."

"I'm sure it was your imagination. You're his last patient of the day, right? Maybe he got tired all of a sudden." He picks at his pants as he speaks, not meeting my eyes. Before I can say something about it, he brightens and refocuses on me. "But you were having a good day, huh? You're finally starting to be able to tell a difference with your treatment?"

I hesitate, wanting to push him and find out what he knows about Dak. Deciding not to, knowing this is his best friend and maybe there are confidences here that are none of my business-and why in the hell does that bother me?-I say, "No, I was having a spectacularly horrific day. I couldn't reach my sudoku book, I hurt myself trying, then I threw a temper tantrum and expected someone else to clean it up, and Dak made me do it myself. And I did, for the most part, with some help from him, of course."

James squints at me. "What on earth could you have made a mess with from your bed?"

"Uh…" Dak didn't tell him? Man, I'm such an ass. Being jealous of their relationship really had kept me from noticing what a truly upstanding guy Dak is. "The plant you brought me may have had an untimely death."

Expecting his feelings to be hurt, I'm pleasantly surprised when he barks out a laugh. "Well, plants are supposed to be therapeutic."

I huff. "I'm so sorry, Jay. If it makes you feel any better, Dak got the broom, pulled me over to the edge of the bed, and made me sweep it up." That doesn't get the laughter I'm expecting. "Jay?"

"He made you sweep with your legs dangling off the side of the bed?" He asks, gritting his teeth. "Maybe he's not the right person to be working with you. I'm not...I don't think that's okay at all."

Tears prickle in my eyes. Again. This is getting ridiculous. "Jay, it was good."

He searches my face and must see the truth. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." It feels good, wonderful, if I'm being honest with myself, to have my brother get angry on my behalf with the person I've been the most jealous of for years. Huh. Another thing to ponder while I'm trapped in this room alone. But I don't want him to be mad at Dak, not for this. "I'll admit I was super pissed when he first told me I had to clean it up. Honestly, I thought the guy was nuts. But he helped me, you know?" James nods encouragingly. After clearing my throat, I admit, "For the first time since I woke up, watching the dirt and leaves gather into a pile in one place, because of something I was doing myself, I…"

"You didn't feel helpless anymore?"

"Yeah," I whisper.

"Thank God for therapy plants," he whispers back.

XxX

I watch the seconds on Kendall's father's pocket watch tick by. He'd left it here with me a few weeks ago when he caught me in a rare moment, and I'd admitted how alone I felt stuck here. He'd said, You know this watch has been my touchpoint to my dad since he went away. It helps me feel closer to him. Life may never go back to being exactly the same, but he will get out of prison and be back on the outside, here, with me, where he belongs. It's the same with you, Shay. One day, you'll walk out of this place. We don't know what the future holds, and some things will be different, but me and you-us being here for each other-that's not going to change. So I'm leaving this here with you for right now, so you have a touchstone, too.

I'd protested because Kendall did take this pocket watch everywhere. Over the years, I'd seen him wind it or watch the second hand tick away many times when he was missing his dad or he was overwhelmed. I know how important, even vital, it is to him since his dad has been in prison. Especially since at the time, only him, and then me, believed that he was innocent of the drug charges that he was convicted of. And maybe that was his whole point. It's weird how only last week I was burying my head in my pillows dreading the moment Dak would arrive, but today the minutes aren't moving fast enough. He was off work for the weekend, and being his last patient of the day sucks. I need to see for myself that he's okay. James' words this weekend didn't reassure me in the slightest.

A rustle at the door causes me to look up, and right inside the doorway is nothing but a hand with a bag of gummy treats shaking from it. Dak.

"Are you going to bring them in or tease me all day?"

Dak strides in chuckling. The bag of gummy treats are in one hand, but on the other side, he's carrying a large vase of flowers. "I come bearing treats," he says.

"What's with the flowers?" I ask as I greedily grab the gummies as he's handing them to me. I don't wait to rip open the bag. I've been dying for these ever since he said I deserve a reward, and I'm not too proud to hide it. "I thought the sour gummies are my reward for cleaning up after myself."

"The flowers aren't for you," he says. "It's for the rest of us. You may like the gloom and doom of this room, but your visitors need something a bit more cheery if you're going to condemn us to being here much longer." He winks at me, setting the vase down in the middle of the table where he sets his charts and James and Kendall usually dump the food and whatever they bring when they come to see me.

"Huh. Nice," I say before popping another gummy into my mouth.

Dak plants his hands on his hips, head tilting. "Nice? You're not going to yell at me?" I shake my head. "The damn candy is making you so happy that you don't even care that I said you're condemning us here? Like you're not the one stuck." I smile, shaking my head again before popping another one into my mouth. They really are so good.

Normally I savor them a bit more, sucking the sugar off before I bite down for that burst of sour, but I don't want to talk yet. Stuffing my mouth full of candy is much better than the alternative-telling Dak how nice it is to see him and that I may have missed his overly optimistic scoldings this weekend.

"You're in a better mood today," I say between shoveling candy into my mouth. Dak rolls his eyes, then walks over and grabs the bag right out of my hand. "Hey!" Okay, that may have come out a little whinier than I meant for it to.

"You're going to give yourself a bellyache, and we still have work to do. I can't have you complaining as soon as we start that you don't feel good. It's hard enough to get you through your whole regimen without me being an unknowing accessory to your gluttony." And for some reason, I do it again. I smile. "Okay, what's with you?" Dak asks as he moves around the room gathering everything we need for today's PT session.

"Nothing." He crooks an eyebrow in my direction, but doesn't push further. By the time he picks me up and moves me into the chair we use for my treatment, I can feel the sugar coursing through me. "We better hurry this up today."

"Why?" he asks as he bends over to grab my armbands. Seeing as how there's no witnesses, I take a peek at his ass. That thing really is a work of art. Both cheeks are perfectly symmetrical. I wonder what they feel like, hard and firm or are they nice and soft, pillowy. I bet they're pillowy. "Shane!"

"Huh? Yep. What?" I cut my eyes from his ass to see him staring at me over his shoulder.

"What's gotten into you today? Why are you being so weird? Is bringing you sour candy really all we needed to change your disposition?"

"What are you talking about? I have a sunny-fucking disposition," I say, grumbling so he doesn't think I'm losing my edge. Can't have him thinking he's winning me over, after all.

"Uh-huh. Sure you do." I hear the smile in his voice as he crouches down next to my legs and starts to massage my calves. It's becoming less disconcerting to see hands on me and not be able to feel them, but that may be because I'm fixated on the movements of the veins on the top of his hands and the flex of his fingers. Everything about Dak is so slight, but he's fit. He has to be for his job, I'm sure, but it's an interesting dichotomy to me all of a sudden; how fragile he appears in so many ways, yet how strong he is in others.

The unusual thoughts of Dak, of all people, playing in my head are starting to freak me out, which means I'm seconds away from being a dick-hey, at least I know myself-when a huge ass potted plant rolls in through the doorway on a dolly. "What the hell?"

Dak stands up and walks over to the man who is now unloading the monstrosity in the far corner of my room. "I'm sorry, why are you bringing this plant in here?"

"This is room 104, right? Shane Diamond?"

"Yeah, that's me," I say, causing the man to turn toward me. He smiles cheerfully and strides over with a clipboard extended in one hand and a pen in the other.

"If you could just sign for this, that would be great."

I notice the flower emblem on his navy blue, short sleeve shirt. "This is seriously for me?" I ask as I sign on the line.

"Yes, sir. It's a Dracaena Michiko." As soon as I'm done signing, he removes a letter-size manilla envelope from under the clip board. "The care directions are right inside this packet. But don't worry, whoever got this for you picked a good one. You don't want this baby in direct sunlight and it only gets fed"-I glance at Dak with wide eyes. Fed?-"every four months or so. But the owner of the florist I work for has that all in there for you along with the gift card."

"Uh, thanks." I notice Dak pulling out his wallet and handing the man a tip as I turn my attention to the large, lush green plant in a chocolate brown pot.

"Who's it from?" Dak asks as he walks over to the plant and strokes one of its long, green leaves. "It really gives the place a homey feel."

Deciding that is an excellent question, I open the envelope and pull out the card.

Big Bro,

While plants are therapeutic, and I don't mind that you killed the last one, I thought maybe I'd replace it with one a little more your size to give it a fair shot. I love you.

-Lil Bro

A smile spreads across my face. "Hey, Dak?" I ask, not looking up from the card from my brother.

"Yeah?" He sounds distracted. I glance up to see him fussing over my new plant.

"Did you see James this weekend?"

"Yeah, I went straight from work on Friday. Why?"

"No reason," I answer. My heart softens a little more toward the guy who I thought had stolen my brother from me. It's becoming clearer and clearer that James still loves me, but Dak really didn't tell my brother about my epic meltdown. Even though I didn't ask him to, he protected me from disappointing James. Maybe...maybe it is time to try.

Okay, what the hell has gotten into Shane today? He's being almost cheerful. I don't think I've ever seen him smile as much as he has since I walked into the room. It's a great smile, don't get me wrong, but...it's weirding me out.

Especially because I'm pretty sure he was checking out my ass. I mean, maybe he was daydreaming and just happened to be looking in my general direction, but I kinda don't think he was. I think he was checking me out.

But that makes no sense. Shane is straight. Maybe he's been cooped up in this room so long, he's decided my ass is that only one he'll get to see for a while.

That's gotta be it.

Right?

I clear my throat and glance around the room before focusing on Shane and asking, "Do you want to go down to the gym today?"

His happy-ish face falls for a second before he seems to gather himself together and nods. "Um...yeah...okay."

"You know the chair you're in moves, right? I can wheel you down in it," I say, remembering how much he hates the idea of a wheelchair.

"Won't that be weird?"

"No. It's what we usually take people down in so we have a comfortable place for you to sit"

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Okay, then."

With a nod, I cross over to him and push the footrest up so his feet won't drag, then I unlock the wheels and push him across the room. He tosses the note from the giant plant delivery onto his bed as we pass.

After about a minute, Shane asks, "Did you have a nice weekend?"

My eyebrows rise on my forehead. "Uh...yeah, it was fine."

"What did you get up to?"

I shrug even though he can't see me since I'm behind him. "Nothing much. I mostly cleaned. Well, I spent the night over at James and Kendall's place on Friday, but I left Saturday morning so I wouldn't be in their way."

"I highly doubt my brother would ever feel like you're in the way." His tone is off, but I can't tell what's wrong with it.

To lighten the mood since it seems kinda heavy suddenly, I laugh out, "Yeah, right. You know James moved out of my apartment years ago because we were driving each other crazy."

He tilts his head back, trying to see me. "Really?"

"Yeah. Why did you think he moved across the hall?"

He shrugs. "I thought he wanted his own place so he could...take guys home or something."

I snort. "I'm sure that was part of it, but it was mostly because I wanted to do things my way, and he wanted to do things his way. I spent the night over at his place all the time, but we had our own spaces. Actually, I wonder how that's going with Kendall. James isn't easy to live with. I'm sure he says the same thing about me."

Shane shoots me a half-smile, but we arrive at the gym doors before he can respond. I turn the chair around and back into the gym so I can use my body to open the door, and once we're inside, I push Shane over toward the elastic bands that are attached to the wall. They'll have more resistance than he's used to and offer different angles than in his room. There's also an arm and leg bike that I can push him up to when we finish. The machine can move his legs for him and offers stimulation, and he can cycle his arms at the same time so he's working on a new exercise.

He's pretty quiet while we work, and I notice he's purposely not looking around at the other patients. I was hoping a change of scenery might help him. While he's quiet, I examine his facial features, still amazed that he looks so much like James, yet lately, I feel like he looks different, too. I'm really digging that scruffy beard thing he's got going. When his eyes lock on mine, the green of his hazel eyes really stands out.

"What?" His voice breaks me out of my daydreaming.

Trying to find something to talk about, I stammer out, "Will you...help me pick which dog to get?"

"I thought you picked one out?"

"No, I keep going back and forth, and then I feel bad because I want to bring one home so they're not stuck at the shelter, but then I feel like I'm being mean to the other one, so...I don't know what to do. I need help."

Shane tilts his head and examines my face for a moment as I continue working on his legs before he asks, "And you want my help?"

I blink at him. Do I want his help? Out of everyone, he's who I'm asking? "Um….yes. I mean, this dog is going to be living in your house, right? So...yeah, I want your help."

"How am I supposed to help you?"

I grin at that. "I took pictures and videos of each of them to show you."

"To show me?"

"Yes, to show you." I shrug because I guess it is weird, but I really did take the videos so I could show him, and I don't really know why. Maybe to try and connect with him on another level so he'll trust me. Hopefully. At some point.

"Okay, I'll try to help."

I smile widely at him. "Yay! Thank you! Then maybe I can finally bring one home. Since James volunteers there and everything, he helped me get the process rolling already, and he told the owner of the place that you gave permission to have a dog, but I think you might have to sign something. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, fine." I realize with a start that he's a little breathless from working his arms so hard, and suddenly, I find myself scanning his chest and arms. And his neck...that's dripping with sweat. I wonder what that sweat would taste like.

Holy shit. Why am I even thinking about that?

"You alright, Dak?"

"My gaze snaps back to his. "Huh?"

His brow furrows as if he's concerned. "Are you alright? You're being weird today."

"Me? You're like...a happy version of yourself, and I don't know what to do with you when you're like this. If anyone's being weird, it's you." Defensive much?

"I wouldn't say I'm happy or whatever, but if you want, I can go back to being super grumpy." He shoots me agrin...a shit-eating grin because he knows he's being a butthead.

"Wow, did you just admit you were being an ass before?"

"I didn't say I was being an ass."

"Yes, you did. I heard it. You said, 'I'm sorry I was being such an ass before.' Man, I wish I had recorded it, you apologized and everything."

He chuckles. "I did not say that."

"I heard you. It's burned into my memory forever. I'll cherish it always. The day Shane Diamond admitted he was a dick."

"Oh, it's dick now? Not ass?"

I quickly scan the area to make sure no one else is around to hear me. I really shouldn't be cursing at or with a patient, but I can't seem to help myself around him. This is almost fun. And he's being such a good sport about it I almost don't recognize him. "You called yourself a dick and an ass because you were totally both."

He laughs and pushes my shoulder. "Thanks for the name calling."

"Hey, you said it."

He snorts. "Uh-huh, sure I did."

I grin at him, and he smiles back, and I swear there's a fucking twinkle in his eyes. He's totally amused by me and truly happy for once. I haven't seen him look like this in all the years I've known him. Not that I saw him all that often, but when he visited James those few times over the years, he'd never seemed fully happy then, either.

Once we finish our regular exercises, I push the chair over to the arm and leg bike and say, "I want to try something new since you're down here. Is that alright?"

I see him take a deep breath before he nods. "Yeah, alright."

My grin is huge. I hook him up and get him settled before setting a timer and walking over to the nearby computer so I can pull up Shane's records and fill out all the information about each exercise we did today and make a note about adding the bike into his daily routine. I'm so damn excited that he's doing so well today. I hope that means we're over the hump and that he won't fall back down the wrong side again. I'm sure he'll have his ups and downs, but I'm hopeful there'll be more ups from now on.

After he finishes, I can tell he's pretty worn out so I bring him a cup of water from the water jug in the corner.

"You did really well today, Shane. You should be proud of yourself," I say as I unstrap him from the machine.

His jaw tenses for a moment as he tosses the now empty cup into the nearby trash can, but then he nods and mutters, "Thanks."

Figuring he's probably annoyed that the bike had to move his legs instead of the other way around, I don't push him. "You ready to go back to your room? I'm off in about five minutes, but if it's okay with you, I'd like to hang out for a bit so I can show you the dogs and everything."

He looks surprised, but nods. "That sounds good."

I flash a smile before we make our way back to his room in silence. Once I have him in his bed, I rush to clock out before returning with a smile and my phone out I lean my hip against his bed and pass the phone over. "Swipe to the right. This one is named Nana, like from Peter Pan, and she's really freaking sweet." The dog on-screen is around fifty pounds, is black with white around her face and on her chest, and has one ear that sticks up in the air and the other that flops down. She's goofy and adorable.

"What kind of dog is she?"

"She's a mutt, but they think she has pit bull in her, which mea-"

"Which means her chances of being adopted are really low. Yeah, James tells me all the pit bull facts, too." He smiles softly at me.

"Right? He's all about the pit bulls."

His grin grows a tad. "He is." He swipes through the billion pictures I took of Nana before stopping on a picture of a bigger dog with a tan body and one black paw, but the fur around his neck grows in weird from the scars there, left behind by an embedded collar. His previous owners never removed his collar when he was a puppy, so it cut into his neck leaving permanent damage. His face is almost bulldog-looking, and I swear he has the saddest eyes I've ever seen. "What's this guy's name?"

"His name is Brutus."

He chuckles. "That kind of fits him."

"I know, right? He's also really sweet, though he's more energetic than Nana. And of course, he has pit bull in him."

He scrolls through the pictures, then stops to watch the two videos, one of each dog. When he finishes, he looks at me with a frown. "I really thought it'd be easier to help you, but I'm not sure I can pick one."

I groan. "Come on, Shane, you're supposed to be my final vote."

"Why me?"

I shrug. "I don't know, but I was counting on you to pick."

He narrows his eyes. "You just want me to be the bad guy."

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Okay, so...maybe, just maybe you're a little right about that."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can be the bad guy here."

"Oh, come on!"

He chuckles. "I have no idea how you're going to pick between these two."

I groan again, and without thinking about what I'm doing, I lean my forehead on his shoulder-which turns out to be a grave mistake because he smells like a mixture of sweat and the cologne he's been using lately, and it makes me want to lean into his neck and take a big whiff. And maybe even lick him.

"You might have to go with the eenie-meenie-miny-moe tactic."

"Ugh, you're no help whatsoever."

"Sorry." He smiles a little with his head tilted down at me.

And that's the moment I realize I'm still leaning on his shoulder. Not only leaning on it, but cuddling my cheek into his muscles to stare up at him. Oh my god, what the hell am I doing?

Patient. He's a patient.

And James' brother.

And he's not even gay. Stop barking up the wrong tree.

Immediately, I stand straight up and clear my throat.

Before I can run away though, he says, "My brother's bringing dinner up soon. Do you have plans?"

"Um...what?"

He glances away for a moment before refocusing on me. "Would you want to...stay and eat dinner with James and me?"

My eyes widen. "Really?"

"Jesus, Dak, I'm trying to be nice here. Can you give me a break? Fuck."

I open my mouth and no words come out for a few seconds before I say, "Y-yeah. Um, yes, that would be...cool."

"Okay. I'll text him and ask him to grab you something, too."

"Thanks." Glancing around the room, I realize I have no idea what to do with myself now.

"He said he's at the take-out place now, so he'll be here soon. Want to play cards while we wait?"

"Um...sure."

It's awkward as hell until James shows up-not even on Shane's end, only on mine-but when he gets here, I'm a nervous wreck. What if James notices that I've been checking out his brother? James has always been able to read me like an open book, so what if he takes one look at me and realizes it?

James pulls me into a hug and whispers, "You okay?"

I hug him back tightly. I kinda needed a good James hug. "Uh...yeah."

As he hugs his brother, I stare at them. A couple of months ago, I would've said they looked exactly alike, but now...I don't know, but now they look very, very different to me.

We sit down to eat, and I mostly stay back and listen to them talk. James keeps shooting me looks like he knows something's up, but I only smile and shrug at him.

Nothing's up at all, Jay. I've just been checking out your brother and noticing all his muscles.

Ugh.

When James is ready to go-thank god-I stand awkwardly next to Shane's bed and wave like a dork. "I'll see you tomorrow." I pat his shoulder. "You did really great today."

He smiles at me. "Thanks. See you tomorrow."

As soon as we're out of the room, a huge sigh of relief leaves me.

"You sure you're feeling okay over there?" James asks.

"Yep, I'm fine. I'm good."

He eyes me, knowing I'm full of shit. "Want to stay over tonight?"

I'm sure he thinks I'm still a mess from Friday night, and he wants to help. I love him for it, but I don't want to impose. "Nah, I'm okay. But thanks."

"You're welcome over any time. Kendall and I both like having you there."

I smile and grab his arm, snuggling into him for a moment. "I know. Thank you, but I'm good."

It's clear he doesn't believe me, but he gives me a hug and lets me go on my merry way. Well, not merry. Definitely not merry. More like on my crazed, nervous, and paranoid way. I stay up half the night torturing myself with memories of how wonderful Shane smelled and how nice his shoulder felt.

So ridiculous.

Done! So, it looks like Shane and Dak are getting along! That's progress. :P

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter, as well as if you happened to have a favorite part/moment!

Again, I hope you all enjoyed and that you all doing well! The next chapter of this will most likely be up sometime next week. And for those of you reading Paranormal Tactical Unit, the next chapter of that will most likely be up either Wednesday or Thursday!

Until then!

-Epically Obsessed