Page 44 of Forget Me Twice

His hazel eyes glimmer and he groans. “Baby, you’ve gotsucha filthy fucking mouth.”

Then he spreads his hands, slouching back like the insouciant devil that he is. “We just wanted to give you a proper welcome to the City of Sin, didn’t we, Cal? Youarethenew girlafter all.”

There’s something odd about the way he draws out the wordsnewgirl.Like there’s a question hidden beneath his teasing.

Callum still hasn’t said a word, but I can feel the heat of his huge body radiating down my side. I watch as he plays with the metal napkin dispenser, pushing it back and forth across the scratched laminate table top between two tattooed hands.

I scoff. Their memories can’t be that short.

Who am I to them?

Am I thenew girlor am I thedead girl?

“Of course. The shining examples of school spirit and leadership that you both are.” I take a long, noisy sip from my shake, looking between the two of them. “But that’s entirely unnecessary. Leo has already offered to show me the Roxborough ropes. So go terrorize someone else.”

Leo is audibly grinding his teeth now. “Yeah, Sabine and I have plans, sofuck off, Miller.”

Lake’s grin never wavers. In fact, it simply widens, and I automatically brace myself.

“Some other time then, Winters. We enjoy a good chase.”

My eyes snap up.What the fuck?

There was no mistaking the innuendo that time.

Looks like it wasn’t just Callum in the car on Monday, and he didn’t only follow me here to the Diner.

But all the way to the warehouse.

So not good. Fuck.

Lake looks smug as all fuck, confident he’s so easily sliding beneath my skin, making himself at home there, rent free. And he wouldn’t beentirelywrong.Cheeky fucking bastard.

But it’s not the Rox Boys’ voyeurism that’s got me off-balance. That’s a particular weakness of mine.

No, it’s the knowledge that in less than a week, I've already been compromised, and my targets have potentially gained dangerous insight into a very significant and private part of my life.

My scalp prickles under the pressure of that knowing glint and I blink. Has my whole cover been blown? I’m confident that if I could feel more than this echo of embarrassment, my face would be a five-alarm fire right now.

Rookie shit, Winters.

Callum grunts deeply and shifts next to me, pointedly looking in the direction of the front door and not at our table.

That noise—almost like confirmation that hewas there…watching—has an answering surge of arousal blossoming in my pelvis.

Fuck.

I glance back at Leo, who's doing a piss-poor job of hiding his annoyance. His molars must be dust by now, and those red cheeks are now a red face and red neck. I’m almost fascinated by the vein that’s throbbing angrily along his already prominent jawline.

With one last panty-melting smirk, Lake unfurls from the booth and then is gone—his giant inked shadow following directly behind him.

As soon as they disappear into the parking lot, I give my leftovers a glum look and shove out of the booth myself. I’m now too on edge to eat, and instead find myself really fucking eager to get to the fun part of the evening.

“C’mon, Baker,” I sigh. “I need to go hard tonight. Hard enough that I forget.”

“Forget what?”

“Everything.”

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