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He sat in front of Andy and me. “You tired of eye-fucking the Prince across the lawn?”

I froze.

My insides tightened with the need to slam something.

“I didn’t know you were a soap opera writer, Campbell. Too much free time in your hands?” Andy asked, thankfully keeping his cool for me.

“More like to working eyes on my face.”

Henry’s stare wasn’t gleeful or threatening, only intense. Like he couldn’t give a shit one way or the other but he wasn’t going to take any bullshit from us.

“Whatever it is you think you see or don’t see is none of my concern.”

I’d become acquainted with Henry because of the parties he liked to host—like most people did, and we’d become sort-of-friendly because, unlike most people, he didn’t judge according to reputation. The Heartbreaker was a particular combination of charming and asshole that drove people wild. He was hot and he knew it. He had power and he used it. When he was flirty, he was deadly. And when no one looked, he was sharp and observant.

An interesting combination, one I liked when it wasn’t being used against me.

“It isn’t, but you should know better than to get tangled up. Good straight guys never pan out, Ashford. Speaking from experience.”

Henry Campbell, heartbroken? That was news.

It did nothing to distract me from the tightening in my gut.

“Anyway, I didn’t come here to talk about the Prince—Or actually. I did.” He leaned into the table and even lower than before, he said, “You should be careful about Mark Jacobson.”

I didn’t like where this was going. “Why?”

“He didn’t like when you took his toy from under his nose the other night.”

“He’s not Mark’s fuckingtoy,” I bit out, avoiding Scott’s name just in case.

“Whatever the case is, you’ve been warned.”

“Why would you warn us?” Andy asked. Because ofcourse, Andy was on my side. And if anyone fucked with me—he was fucking with both of us.

Andy was loyal to a fault. Something I’d never quite felt like I deserved but would try to honor in any way I could.

“I’m feeling charitable,” Henry said, getting up and throwing his backpack over his shoulder. I didn’t believe a word of that. “Two tips for free. Consider it your lucky day.”

We didn’t say anything else as we watched him go.

“Don’t listen to him, man,” Andy said while my eyes were still fixed on Henry’s retreating form. His previous wariness regarding Scott was apparently gone. “Whatever you’re thinking, Scott isn’t Mark, anyone can see that.”

I knew that.

But there was still a ball firmly lodged in my throat.

My eyes inevitably went to search for Scott again, who was already staring at me. He raised an eyebrow as if in question, but I just shook my head.

It was nothing.

And Mark fucking Jacobson could fuck himself.

He wouldn’t get to touch a hair on Scott’s head, not if I had anything to say about it.

Chapter 17

Scott

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