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Ev

Hope you’re settling in at home. Call me if you want to catch up.

I feel my face contort. My life with Evan seems so far away now.

Surreal.

I message Layla so she doesn’t send out a manhunt and ask myself if she truly knows the life these men live. The life her husband lives.

I’m perfectly fine. See you in the dining hall.

PB

You spent the night with Wolfe, didn’t you?

Shouldn’t you be naked with your husband?

PB

My poor battered vagina needs a break sometimes

TMI

PB

So…you’re with Wolfe?

No

PB

Chantel went to your room this morning to get you for the spa. You weren’t there

Just because I wasn’t there doesn’t mean I’m with him

PB

Yes you are. See you at breakfast. Work up an appetite *wink face*

“What are you going to do with me now?” I ask openly, setting my phone down.

Gabriel looks me over as he adds cream to the cup of coffee, no sugar, then makes his way to me holding it out. I take it from him and my eyes meet his.

“When I said I know it all, I know it all,” he says.

I can’t decide if I’m creeped out by this or turned on.

“Then you already know who Evan is.”

“Yes.”

Gabriel leans against the wooden hutch as he starts to brew his own coffee. I let my eyes trail over the flexed muscle and veins of his sculpted arms.

He shrugs. “I wanted to see if you were still hung up on him. If he’s going to be a problem. Figured I could tell by how you looked when I said his name.”

“And could you?” I sip my coffee.

“Yes,” he says simply.

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