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“Gummies?” My eyebrows pinch together. I’ve never heard of gummies that help you sleep. “Like gummy bears?”

She laughs and shakes her head. “You’re a trip, Harper. Marijuana gummies.”

I lean forward. “Isn’t that illegal?”

“Only if you get caught.” She winks. “My cousin always brings me a new bottle when she comes to visit.”

“Brings you what?” Cy asks as he sets down the tray with our food.

“Gummies.”

“Oh, nice.” He looks at me. “Is that something you want to try? I can get some.”

“No.” I shake my head as I put a napkin in my lap. “She was just talking about how they could help me sleep.”

“I know some other tricks we can try.” He says the words so casually, but under the table, his hand runs up my thigh, his fingertips stroking the soft skin just beneath my shorts.

The lunch conversation stays mainly between Emilia and Cyrus as she keeps asking him questions about everything from his art studies to how he ended up here when he was born in Greece. She bats her eyelashes and laughs a little too loud at his jokes, but I can’t blame her. He’s charming and so unfairly hot. Between the piercings and tattoos, tan skin and quick smile, he’s a walking, talking orgasm.

The fact that he never moves his hand from my leg doesn’t hurt either.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

BANKS

The last thing I expected when I finished practice this morning was to see a missed call from Declan. We’ve come a long way since the beginning of August, but random check-ins aren’t something I think will ever become commonplace for us. Regardless, I find myself calling him back as I walk from the natatorium back to my dorm.

“Hello,” he answers on the first ring.

“Hey man. What’s up?”

“Another letter camelast night.”

That news stops me in my tracks.

“Is Harper okay?” Obviously, that’s my biggest concern.

“Probably not. The letter came attached to a bloody piece of Annie’s saddle blanket and was thrown through the window by our front door along with a brick.”

“What the fuck?”

“I know. When I find who this sick bastard is, I’m going to make him hurt in every way imaginable.”

“Get in line. Is Annie okay? Has Harper gone out to check on her?”

He snorts derisively. “She was on the back of Cy’s Ducati before she even finished reading the note. Luckily, the horse is fine, and nothing happened to either of those dumbasses running off without us last night.”

“Why didn’t you go with them?”

“I stepped on glass and cut my foot open. Ended up needing stitches.”

“Shit. Do you have to miss any of the season?”

“Two weeks minimum.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry.”

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