Before noon, I drove to Robert's place.No gift. Just a folder.The second I walked in, I saw Jocelyn pressed up against Calvin, her hand resting on his belt. The shape under his pants showed, slightly raised.She smiled sweetly, holding a bowl of pricey tonic, feeding him bite by bite.Calvin kept smiling, opening his mouth like he loved every second.When he saw me, his brows lifted. He shifted on purpose, flashing that bulge at me, smug as hell.Two years of marriage, and Jocelyn had never fed me so much as a piece of fruit. That shy, gentle side of her—I never got it.Robert came over at the noise. Saw the thin folder in my hand, and his face dropped."Finley, didn't I tell you to bring gifts for Jocelyn and Calvin? What's a birthday without presents?" He shot a glance at the kitchen, then back at me, already annoyed. "Go cook something. After that, go buy gifts for my daughter and son. And listen—if it's not worth a few grand, don't bother coming back."Every word landed
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