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my vows. Marriage vows,” she added when Jazz stared.
    “You’re married? Why the hell aren’t you having sex then?” Jazz clapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. Uncalled for. Not my business. But seriously, why? That’s like having Nutella in the cupboard and only eating plain crackers.”
    Lila laughed, shaking her head. “My husband has not ever been and will never be considered Nutella. He’s more of a dry fruit spread with too many seeds.”
    “Okay,” Jazz said slowly. It really wasn’t her business. She had no reason to ask. “But don’t you, you know, get horny?”
    “Of course. But I don’t need a man for that.” Lila eased off the car and stood bow-straight as she cast a critical look at Jazz. “Go home and get some rest. I want you to have some pink in your cheeks the next time I see you.” Lila leaned in and shocked the hell out of her by giving her a brief, semi-awkward hug then stepped back. “Eat too. Something light that won’t upset the baby this late. Good work today,” she called, starting back toward the studio at a blistering clip.
    She was gone before Jazz found her voice.
    Shaking her head, Jazz unlocked the car and slipped inside. Her stomach rumbled. It was now creeping toward eight o’clock. A greasy meal would hit the spot. Maybe a double cheeseburger with an extra side of pickles or—
    Eat too. Something light that won’t upset the baby this late.
    Jazz turned the key in the ignition. For someone who wasn’t a mom, Lila sure had a mom-like way about her. And she was right. The baby probably wouldn’t mind—or even know—if she shoved a pile of fast food down her throat, but she would. She had to think responsibly .
    Fuck that word.
    She ended up taking a detour to the grocery store. She loaded up her cart with some staples, since Simon had taken to popping her candy-like vitamins and drinking her whole milk. When she started breastfeeding, she was tempted to dump some in the carton and not tell him. It would only serve him right.
    He’d probably happily drink it anyway, the freak.
    She gave in to a pack of chocolate chip cookies and to checking her phone twice, though she compensated by adding extra vegetables to her cart. Vegetables were a suitable penance for everything. And for good measure, she’d go for her recommended daily thirty minute walk when she arrived home. Unless Gray was there, of course. Then she’d apologize profusely, ask him about his day like a good little almost-wifey then jump the holy hell out of him.
    She shuddered, thinking of Lila as she loaded her groceries into the trunk. Six years with no sex seemed like cruel and unusual punishment. She’d had some serious dry spells of her own, often lasting a year or more, but she’d balanced that scale by boinking like bunnies with Gray since they’d gotten together. Then there was that one threesome she’d had in days of yore…
    Yeah, not going there. Thank God that particular bone had been tucked into its proper closet, never to be unearthed again. She hoped.
    In under an hour, she arrived home and put away her groceries, kicked Simon’s feet off the coffee table just to piss in his Cheerios, exchanged some snark with Nick and enjoyed a big bear hug from Deacon. Harper was out doing her catering thing, and though Jazz missed her, it was probably just as well. Harper and Deak would be moving out as soon as their new house was ready and she had to get used to not having her best friend under the same roof.
    Her best friend that wasn’t Gray, that is. He would always come first in everything with her, as he had since the day she’d moved into his parents’ house at the age of fourteen. She still remembered the way he’d swaggered into the living room that first day, wearing a vintage Dokken T-shirt and a face full of attitude. Then he’d noticed the guitar in her lap and the most beautiful friendship of her life had been born.
    Glancing down, she rubbed her belly and tried to stem the tide