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“A rabies shot,” Raph states, helping his husband into the seat next to mine.

Lori crosses his arms, looking like a capricious child. “Ollie, you can’t drive with an injured arm. I’ll do it.”

He’s instantly shot down by everyone in a chorus—including me. Lori’s driving is scary. The memory I have of it sends a cold shudder down my spine.

“I’ll take Michael home right now if you even think about driving,” Raph growls, half bent inside the car, stern eyes on Lori.

“You’ll find whatever excuse to lock your hubby up for a rabbit-bonking-long month of Sundays.” Lori passes me the clothes I should wear tonight.

Raph growls low. “Where are you going?”

Nobody answers, so Michael cups my brother’s cheek. “You can track my phone, okay? I’ll text you when I’m ready to come home.”

“You better behave, piglet.” Raph sounds threatening.

But Michael simply smiles excitedly at him.“Oooor?”

“Message him the rest, we are losing light here.”

It’s technically dark already, but I do understand what Ollie means. Raph grabs Michael’s nape and lands a bruising kiss on his lips before turning my way. “Uri is looking for you.” His intense look is reading every single thought inside my head.

“I need this. Keep him away.” I turn my pleading eyes toward my big brother. Will Raph help me? I can’t tell by his blank face.

As soon as he slams the car door, Ollie drives away.

My phone keeps vibrating inside my bag, and I keep ignoring it.

“Bloody hell, talk about clinginess.” Lori makes a pfft sound. “Alright!” He turns toward me and Michael. “Your mission tonight, if you choose to accept it, is to get disgustingly drunk and shake your ass till it does it by itself.”

Ollie lets out a “Whoo-hoo!”

“Now, Sari, we all know you’re agaygin.”

I frown at Lori as I start changing into the clothes he handed me.

“Gay-virgin,” Michael explains. It makes me blush; is it that obvious?

“So, I’ve been thinking—” he keeps going.

“Don’t hurt your mind,” Ollie taunts him.

“Sharp-tongued harpy, give me a little kissy-wissy.” Lori starts making smacking sounds with his lips.

“So you’ll bite my face too? I don’t think so. You’re such a pain in the ass!”

Lori proudly states, “I’m so stunning when others see their own reflections, they puke.”

“You’re right about the puking part; you’re a bit confused about who’s reflection they see.” Another taunt.

“Where are we going?” Michael asks, halting the banter.

“I don’t know, which is very Thelma and Louise of us.” Lori winks in the rearview mirror.

“They die in the end, right?” I don’t really watch TV or go to the movies, so I’m not sure.

“Let’s drive around and stop randomly every five minutes. It will drive our men wild while they’re tracking us.”

“Oh! We can use my stalking kit!”