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“Not defensive,” he clarified. “Annoyed.”
Emmett chuckled.
Blake shook his head and looked out the window. Dark trees passed beyond the glass, thinning out as they drew closer to the city. His thoughts wandered eight hundred miles west.
Hazel eyes.
A sarcastic smile.
A laugh he’d become ridiculously fond of hearing.
“Friends.” Draven snorted. “Right.”
Blake huffed out a breath. “You’re wasting your time.”
Draven chuckled. “Whatever you say, Romeo.”
“Hey, Mercer?” Blake looked to Lucas.
“Yeah?”
“Pull over. I’m tossing this idiot out.”
“Sorry, Savage. No can do.”
Draven looked smug as Blake shrugged.
“Worth a shot,” he muttered unapologetically.
Laughter filled the SUV. His phone remained silent inside his pocket. And though he knew Devon was already in bed, Blake found himself wishing it didn’t.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following evening . . .
The man in the black hoodie was watching her.
Or maybe he wasn’t.
Devon stared at her reflection in the wall of mirrors and tried very hard not to look at the guy standing twenty feet behind her.
Again.
Because she’d already looked twice. Three times, if she counted the quick glance she’d made while pretending to adjust the volume on her earbuds.
You’re at the gym, Dev. People look at other people here.
Especially when they were surrounded by mirrors.
She tightened her grip around the dumbbells and finished the last three reps of her set.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Her arms burned as she lowered the weights to her thighs.
