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over at a woman who stood by her side, staring up at the model as if
she was the second coming of the Virgin Mary. “I do. You’re so smart, Brie. I
didn’t think Texas was real either. I mean who would? Sully, we should tape
this scene. Brie is so funny.”
    “Dude,
anyone who’s seen Dallas knows it’s real, hello.” Hoover waved a hand through
the air as though it was all too much for him. “Don’t you watch TV and shit?
Where do you think J.R . came from? It’s a brilliantly
ironic television show about global warming.”
    The
pixiesque woman by Brie shot the DJ a look Ian had seen before.
    Damn,
Sully had really lost his touch. He used to be good at understanding the people
around him. Alex wasn’t going to like it, but Ian really couldn’t stand the
thought of even having these people as an open case halfway across the country.
It was time to shut this shit down.
    He
pointed at the girl because despite the fact that Sully was willing to pay by
the hour, if these people didn’t get out of his office he was going to launch a
grenade at them. “It’s Crazy Eyes. She’s a closeted lesbian in love with
Dimwitted Blonde, and she tried to kill Douchebag.”
    Damn,
didn’t they know it was always the bitch with the crazy eyes?
    His
wife turned, about to yell at him—yeah, he knew that look—but Crazy Eyes saved
him from the inevitable lecture about giving peace a chance and shit by pulling
a forty-five out of her outrageously large handbag.
    “You
don’t deserve her!” Crazy Eyes shouted as she pointed the gun at Hoover.
    All
hell broke loose, but then it wasn’t really a day at the office without a
little chaos.

Chapter Two

    “C razy Eyes, I swear to god if
you fire that fucking gun in my conference room, I will kill you myself, and
you won’t like how I do it,” Ian swore. His heart was going to beat out of his
fucking chest. Charlie was in here. If the bullets started flying, she could get hit . The babies could get hit .
Damn it, they were supposed to be safe here.
    Brie
had a hand over her chest as though protecting herself. “Marcy, what are you
doing?”
    Sully
put out his hands and eased toward Crazy Eyed Marcy with the calm movements of
a lion tamer. “Marcy, honey, there’s no need for this. Hoover wasn’t trying to
be mean. You know how he is. Let’s calm down and talk about this.”
    Hoover
had ducked behind the dude with the grill and was currently peeing his pants,
if the smell was any indication.
    Yeah,
Sully was going to pay for that.
    “Charlie,
get out of here.” He didn’t like how shaky Marcy was. And she’d already proven
herself entirely incapable of hitting her target.
    “It’s
fine, Ian.” She didn’t move, merely watched as the chick with the gun pointed
it her way.
    “Don’t
move,” Marcy said, her voice thin and reedy.
    “God,
Marcy, you’re such a drama queen.” Brie huffed and sat down in one of the
chairs and started to look at her nails as though the rest of the action bored
her.
    “Marcy,
honey, why don’t you give me the gun?” Sully asked.
    “Wait,
it was Marcy?” One of Hoover’s brothers scratched his head and seemed to be
trying to the figure the situation out.
    “Dude,
I thought you slept with her,” the other brother whispered in a too loud voice.
    Marcy
pointed the gun toward Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. “I only love Brie. I would
never sleep with any of you.”
    Alex
leaned toward him. “You get Charlie and I’ll take down the girl.”
    Ian
nodded. He had to be careful. Normally he would simply hit Charlie with the
force of a steamroller, forcing his body over hers so if a bullet came their
way it would take him out instead of her. But her body wasn’t her own. Her body
held their babies. His girls. All three of his girls were in danger. His heart
pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream. Normally he
went ice cold in these situations. Charlie was deadly all on her own. His wife
could take care of