Caris came downstairs from the bedroom and shook her head in annoyance. Ryder and Noel had been camped at their house for days. They were now on day three of watching her fashion show on the big screen. Noel’s dog, Birdie, was laying under their propped-up feet. As far as dogs went, she was a good girl, according to Caris.
“You three are nasty,” she said moving to the fridge and pulling out orange juice. “It’s not even eight in the morning and you’re drooling over the television.”
Noel grinned at her, “hey, my buddy died on the weekend and I’m just celebrating his life by doing whatever he wants to do. If he wants to watch gorgeous women on a runway strut their stuff in barely-there attire, I will take one for the team.”
Malachi patted him on the back, “you’re a true friend Noel.”
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