Page 65 of Keeping The Virgin

In spite of my blindness where he was concerned, this is such an awesome day.

I wish I could actually thank whoever beat him up and turned the authorities on to his drugs. I even think…

No. It couldn’t be Cage. I mean, he didn’t believe my story about Liam in the first place. In the second place, he obviously doesn’t care about me or the guy who was almost my downfall.

But the suspicion won’t go away.

Throughout the rest of the day and into the night, my suspicion persists. Maybe my need to involve Cage in this is just wishful thinking though, and as I roll to my side in bed, I try to close my eyes and put him out of my mind.

No fantasies about him tonight. I’m back to that nightmare about him turning his back on me and…

My phone dings, and I groggily reach for it. When I look at the message, my heart stops, because unless my eyes deceive me, it’s from the one person I want to hear from, the one I can’t stop thinking about.

Cage.

And there’s only one word below his name in the text.

Outside.

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