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come on, it’s kind of cute. He must be protecting you because he knows you’re with child.”
    “With child? Do you want me to punch you in the throat?”
    “Fine. Knocked up. Better?”
    “Can you please just help me?”
    I circled the coffee table and sat in a black leather chair across from them. “Thor, look at me.”
    He wouldn’t take his eyes off of my cousin.
    “Big Man, I promise that Cinnamon and the baby will be just fine without your protection.”
    The dog shot me a doubtful look. Like, Oh please, I’ve had to bail you out of more crap than I leave in the yard . Which was true, but still hurtful.
    He turned his head and rolled on his back, eyes still on Cin.
    I decided to try another approach. “Cinnamon has Tony to protect her, Thor.”
    At this, my cousin balked. I knew what she was thinking. I can protect my own damn self. I held up a hand warning her not to vocalize that thought.
    I continued. “But who will protect me? I need you, buddy.”
    He swiveled his head my way and Cin shifted. He looked conflicted. The Great Dane stared at me, then Cinnamon. He decided I could take my chances and nuzzled closer to my cousin.
    “You’re not helping much,” Cin grumbled.
    I blew out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, Thor, you win. What do you say we come and check on Cinnamon and the baby once a week.”
    “What?” she flared.
    Thor considered this. He lifted his head and righted himself. He looked straight at me and then flung his giant jaw on the back of the couch, pretending to watch the birds fluttering in the trees. He sighed as if the weight of the world lay solely on his broad shoulders.
    I stood up. “Fine, twice a week.”
    “Stacy—” Cin growled.
    I shushed her.
    Thor turned his head and sat upright, scooting away from Cinnamon, but he didn’t get off the sofa.
    “Three times a week, Big Man, and that’s my final offer.” I parked a hand on my hip, letting him know I meant business.
    Cinnamon said, “Are you nuts?”
    I kept my eyes on the dog when I said, “I prefer the term eccentric .”
    Thor stood up on all fours, shot my cousin an I’ll be back look, and sauntered over to the screen door. He smacked it open and walked out of the house like he was John Wayne looking for a man who had wronged his woman.
    Cinnamon tried to extract herself from the sofa and failed. I didn’t dare offer her a hand.
    “Don’t you dare offer me a hand, or I swear to God, I’ll break your finger,” she said.
    Geez, we had two more months of this? Poor Tony.
    After three attempts, she rallied and catapulted herself to a standing position. She blew a stray hair from her eye, adjusted her tee shirt, and glared at me.
    “Why did you tell him that?” she snapped.
    “What did you want me to do? Because I’ll tell you right now, if Tony had seen that, he would have insisted something was wrong and you’d be spending the night in the emergency room with an armed guard blocking the door.”
    Cinnamon considered this. Her husband had become overly protective ever since she got pregnant and it was all she could do not to check herself into the Holiday Inn just to get some peace. While some women loved to be doted on, for a woman as independent as my cousin, it was I-want-to-pull-my-own-hair-out frustrating.
    Finally, she acquiesced. “All right, but if he comes unsupervised again, I cannot be responsible for my actions.”
    “Understood.”
    We talked a little bit about the reunion to be held later that week. Cinnamon had won the bid to cater the party, but Tony insisted she turn it down.
    “We’re still going, just so I can watch Monique make an ass of herself and lose what little customers she has left,” she said.
    Monique had been the second choice, although her bar wasn’t big enough to host the event, so the committees decided to rent out Grant Hall.
    I walked toward the door as she added, “I’m just glad I don’t have to work with her on the damn thing. Not like you.” She nudged me.
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