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the laptop. “He’s not going to believe the world wide net is
broken.”
    “He
will if we tell him the internet is hell-a spotty.” Jimmy ran a hand through
his hair. “This is nuts, we should tell him the truth.”
    “Tell
him if you want, but I’m not dealing with him in his shit attitude, we’d end up
throwing punches.”
    Jackson
snorted and brought up his home. His eyes scanned the various rooms. He’d
stopped in before flying out and swore he turned off the lights. He tapped the
mouse to lead him back to the parking area looking for his housekeeper’s
vehicle and didn’t see her compact car. Thieves didn’t normally keep lights on
and make themselves at home. Intrigued he kept searching for who occupied his
house by opening links to every room in his house. He found nothing until his
eyes fell on a lump in the middle of his bed. Zooming in, he saw Carlie curled
in a ball fast asleep, hugging his pillow. He wondered what she was doing in
his place but at the same time was glad he didn’t have to call the police and
report trespassing.
    “Garrick’s
heading this way, bro.” Jackson snapped his head up at Shea’s words. He cleared
his history, signed out and powered down.
    “So
we’re in agreement, we’ll deal with the press and this mess when we touchdown
at home?”
    “Sounds
like a bad plan to me, but yeah, at least til we’re
on the plane heading home.”
    “Nothing
like feeling clean, man. This chill is fucking ridiculous.” Garrick dropped
down in an empty chair.
    “You
girls ready to go grab some grub?”
    Jackson
flipped Garrick off. “I got your girl right here.” He grabbed his dick and
winked.
    “Food.
I’m always down for something to eat.” Jimmy rubbed his stomach.
    “Let
me just text Neveah and ask now my baby is. Then we
can go.”
    “Nothing
says I love you like waking up a pregnant woman at four in the morning,”
Jackson said, and slapped Garrick on the back.
    His
friend checked his watch and sighed. “Nimrod, its only eight-thirty back home. Damn, shoulda called her before we got on stage.”
    “Still,
she’s probably asleep. Pregnant women take a lot of naps. Do you want to risk
waking her?”
    “Nah,
I guess I’ll call her when it’s morning. She’s gonna be in a mood though, we
don’t go a whole day without talking at least a few times. Two nights ago, I
wasn’t able to call her at all.”
    “She
has you by the dick, man. I think she’ll be okay with not speaking to you for
half the day.” Shea chuckled.
    “When
was the last time you called Carrie?”
    “Before
the show,” Shea muttered under his breath.
    “I’m
single for life and Jackson is my wingman. Never leave a brother hanging.”
    “Dude,
I’m not your wing man. I fly solo.” Jackson shrugged by Jimmy, leading them
toward the chow hall.
    “Bro,
what is your major hang up?” Shea moved behind Garrick.
    “Sorry,
programming my watch so I can wake up and call home.”
    “Really?
We’re going home after the meet and greet, give it a rest.” Jimmy snatched
Garrick’s phone out of his shirt pocket and tossed it to Shea.
    “What
is this, monkey in the middle? Give me my damn phone.” Garrick jostled Shea.
    “Dude.
Ya’ll play too much.” Jackson grabbed the smart phone and stuck it in his front
pocket. He winked at Garrick and nodded in acknowledgement to the soldiers
watching them.
    “I
don’t have an aversion to fishing for my shit,” Garrick hissed.
    “You
might not, but I do.” He nudged his friend as they entered chow hall. His mind
wandered to the exhausted woman lying in his bed, with worry lines etched in
her face. In the morning he’d find a private moment to call his housekeeper and
have her stock the house with fresh produce. If he remembered anything at all,
Carlie kept a strict diet, no processed foods, meat, etc…the boring food, but
damn her athletic build made his dick lurch.
    “We
should sit at different tables and socialize since we’re leaving in