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“Ready?” Theo asks as we approach the bottom of the lift.

“Yep.”

He lifts the lap bar, and I’m more prepared this time when we reach the ground. It’s less intimidating disembarking at the bottom of the mountain.

Even so, Theo takes my hand, counts us down. We hop off and he pulls us away from the lift. I’m laughing as I spin around, right into his chest. I let out a little gasp in surprise, looking up at him. He peers down at me, those hazel eyes so intense, piercing. I hold my breath.

For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me. We’re standing so close, eyes locked. Hearts racing.

Then he lets go of my hand.

I take a shaky step back, looking down at the ground and tucking my hair behind my ears. I glance back up at Theo, straightening my glasses.

There’s a flash of something in his eyes- like the vulnerability I saw in the packhouse that night. I can’t tell what it is, though, because he quickly hides it.

His lips curl into a smirk as he throws a thumb over his shoulder, waggling his eyebrows. “Wanna go again?”

I smile, shaking my head. “Not today. I’ve gotta get back and get some work done.”

He shrugs his shoulders, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Okay.”

His smirk returns. “Code-a-holic.”

I blush at his reference to the embarrassing joke I made through text message, slapping at his hard chest with the back of my hand.

We both laugh and start heading for the parking lot.

I slide into the passenger seat and buckle my seatbelt, casting Theo a sideways glance.

“Can you try not to drive like a maniac?”

He looks over at me as he starts the Jeep, eyes mischievous, a playful grin on his lips.

“No promises, kid.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Theo

My muscles are burning after Thursday morning’s training session with the squad. It’s a hot one today- the sun is beating down on the practice field, sweat soaking through my cutoff t-shirt. I’ve been skipping out on too many of these sessions lately, so it felt really good to get one in, burn off some energy.

I spot Gray across the practice field and start making my way over to him. Big surprise- Fallon’s by his side, and he’s got an arm slung over her shoulders as he pulls up the hem of his t-shirt to wipe sweat from his brow. When I approach, he’s leaning down next to her ear, talking to his mate in a low murmur.

“Hey, Gray, you got a minute?” I ask, looking from him to Fallon.

It’s a little fucking weird to see Fallon after spending so much time with Brooke lately. They’re physically identical, but I’m not attracted to Fallon in the least- while her twin has recently been the star of all of my depraved fantasies.

Gray straightens, tucking Fallon in closer to his side. “Sure, what’s up?”

“I, uh… wanted to talk to you about some border security stuff.”

“Yeah?” Gray arches a brow curiously. “I’ve got some time. Wanna head up to my office?”

I nod. “Sure.”

I give Fallon a sideways glance, wondering if she’s going to be in on this conversation, too. It’d be nice to get five fucking minutes with my friend without her hanging around.

As if she’s reading my mind, Fallon ducks out from under Gray’s arm, spinning to face him.

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