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Jagger: So do a lot of people that work.

Me: You do sketchy things at night that you tell me you can’t talk about.

Jagger: I don’t think I’ve ever said I can’t talk about them.

Me: Ok, so talk about them.

Jagger: Maybe I don’t feel like talking about it right now. And besides, we’re supposed to be going through your list, so it wouldn’t be relevant.

Me: Right. I’m going to go ahead and check that one off.

Jagger: Thank you.

Jagger: Wait, by check it off, you mean check it off, right. As in, it’s not applicable.

Me: Applicable. I like that word. Seems like a mafia sort of word.

Jagger: …

Me: As I was saying…you have lots of money. Despite me not knowing what exactly you do.

Jagger: Just because you don’t understand what I do, doesn’t mean that I’ve been weird about it.

Me: Ok…tell me what you do.

Jagger: As I’ve told you, I’m in the procurement industry.

Me: As in guns.

Jagger: Don’t say guns!

Me: Why? Because the FBI is monitoring your texts.

Me: Because you’re in the mafia.

Jagger: …

Jagger: Don’t say mafia.

Riley chose that moment to walk through the door, and I swooned a bit at the thought of her using the key I’d given her. And her living with me every day.

And her having lots of sex with me. Starting right now, obviously.

Me: Gotta go, Mafia Man.

I ignored the middle finger he texted back because one, it was rude…and two…I had better things to do.

Or better said…I had a Riley-girlto do.

CHAPTER 24

RILEY

Icouldn’t stop the smile stretched across my face. It seemed like it was a permanent piece of me for the last week, ever since I’d moved in with Jace and discovered…life could actually be fun.

I was sitting in class, waiting for our professor to appear, when a text came in.

Jace: What’s up, buttercup?

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