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Today we have an excerpt from School and Rock, Arizona Raptors #5, written with RJ Scott!
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“Colorado, this has to be handled correctly,” Coach stated. My sight flew back to him as he slid between me and Mark, his voice calm and cool but strong as steel. “We can see that you’re attached to the child already, and while that’s admirable, she may not be yours. This might be some kind of ruse or blackmail scheme. We just don’t know, and to be brutally honest, this house and your lifestyle is not conducive to raising a baby.”
I opened my mouth to argue then my drummer staggered in via the open front door. Madeline was growing fussier and fussier and I had no idea why.
“Dude, oh my God, is that a baby?” Buick shouted as he stumbled into the foyer, wearing nothing but a sombrero and a few dozen love bites. I nodded at my drummer. He grinned that lovely grin of his then hurried over to tickle Madeline’s chin. “She’s cute. Why is she stressing?”
“Probably because you reek.”
That made my drummer snort. “I fell asleep in a bush.”
“Dude, the gardener just composted the flower beds, or something. Don’t touch her face with shit fingers.”
Buick, who was actually Tom Marks from Fort Wayne, Indiana, gave me a lopsided grin.
“I said I fell asleep in a bush. I never said what kind of bush,” he sniggered as bits of bark and dirt fell from him to the Italian marble.
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