Cash shrugged. Hogsmeade wasn't his father's house, at least — and he knew he was welcome here even when Angie wasn't home. He wasn't even sure if Adrienne would notice. They would have separate bedrooms, after all, and he didn't know her well enough to know if she would notice her husband spending nights somewhere else or coming back smelling like bourbon and cigarette smoke.

He rolled onto his side and propped his head up, her mirror image. "I'm going to have to sleep with her," Cash said, unceremoniously.

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