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cold sweat.
    “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
    Eve rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Em. Everything will be fine. You’ll see.”
    No, she couldn’t see. Her vision went in and out. “Seriously, I gotta sit.”
    Eve helped her to the steps of Drew’s place. Emma sat. As the guys walked toward them, she shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand.
    “What is she doing here?” Drew barked.
    Emma glared. “Nice to see you, too.”
    Eve tsked. “Now, now kids. Play nice. My man and Asa’s man are tired of holding your junk for you, Drew. We figured four years with you gives Em every right to that privilege.”
    “I don’t need help.” Terseness reverberated in his tone. “Eve, can I have a private word with you?”
    “No go, Hazard. Lucas and I will be leaving now after he gets Em’s things from my Jeep.”
    “ My things?”
    “What do you mean Em’s things ?”
    She and Drew had spoken in unison.
    Hands to the air, Eve slowly backed up. “We—Asa, Rhys, Lucas, and I—decided you two have things to discuss. You’ve got the weekend to do it.”
    “I don’t need my ex staying with me,” Drew growled.
    “Too bad, Mr. Super Bowl Champ. Emma has nowhere to stay, and no ride. Asa and Rhys took Emma’s Prius for a trip into Ashton. They’ll be back Sunday night. And my honey there—” Eve nodded toward Lucas “—changed the locks on Emma’s doors before he came to get you. He’ll change it back Sunday night.”
    Lucas must’ve tampered with the locks while she and Eve had been visiting with Sandy and Chance. On the way back to Emma’s place, Eve had surprised her with an “emergency” detour to Drew’s place. Go figure. More meddling from the meddlesome Eve. This time she’d wrangled in their friends, too.
    In her peripheral vision, she watched Lucas set the luggage on the wooden steps to Drew’s front door.
    “I bought you a few items,” Eve said with a nod at the luggage. “I figured the rest is still in the house.”
    The rest. Make-up, toiletries, extra panties and bras, her hairdryer—stuff she hadn’t gone back for after the breakup.
    “Make sure the stubborn ass takes his pain meds and rests his wrists,” Lucas said to her as he went to stand by Eve’s side.
    Without a word or an acknowledgement that she breathed the same air he did, Drew barged past her, stormed up the steps, and waited in front of the door.
    Eve zipped over, and giving Emma a hug, whispered next to her ear, “Good luck. Text me later, okay?”
    Ha, if Emma was still alive.
    “And don’t worry. You’ll have your car and your house back in time for work on Monday.” She hugged Emma tighter before letting go and glaring at Drew’s back. “Tess bitch or not, Emma won’t take shit from you. So don’t you dare take advantage of her kindness. Otherwise, I’ll whoop your ass, you hear me, Hazard?”
    If the situation weren’t so unbelievable, Emma would have laughed at the seriousness on Eve’s face and the scowl on Drew’s when he’d turned around before focusing on the door again. Hand in hand, Eve and Lucas walked down the slope and to his truck, leaving Emma with a stewing-mad Drew.
    “Come open the damn door.”
    She would’ve told him to shove off, but the pain and tiredness in his voice had her getting up and rushing to his side. Sweat trickled down his face, and dammit, his face looked a god-awful color.
    “I think you need to lie down.”
    “No shit.”
    “Where are the house keys?”
    “Inside the left pocket.”
    “Pants or jacket?” Please let it be his jacket .
    “Pants.”
    Groaning, she stuck her hand into his left pant pocket and fished out his keys. She found the house key and slipped it into the keyhole. It didn’t unlock the door.
    “The golden one.”
    He’d had the lock changed. Emma wouldn’t take it personally.
    “Just poke it in already before I keel over.”
    Clutching the key he mentioned, she put it into the lock and turned the doorknob. “When was the last time