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“Two hundred fifty-two, two hundred fifty-three, two hundred fifty…,” Mechelle counted. “Enough! You are driving me crazy,” Mirela groaned, looking up from the computer screen she was studying. “Shut up, Mirela. I have a new shirt riding on this,” Andy said, popping a snack into her mouth. “Earlier you said it was a pair of pants,” Mirela said in exasperation. Andy stuck out her tongue at Mirela. “I lost… again. Edge is working on his abs now,” she retorted. Edge was having a hard enough time staying focused on what he was doing. The women’s constant teasing was highly entertaining and completely unexpected, but it was his memories of the night before that were distracting him. Lina had been gone from their bed when he woke. All morning, she had avoided looking directly at him. The w