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“What?” I squeaked. “He’s not tracking me. Why would you say something like that?”

“Because he held you captive at his house,” she said, as if it should’ve been obvious. “He probably put a tracking app on your phone.”

“But I was there voluntarily.” I grimaced. “Well, mostly voluntarily.”

My phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and I frowned, narrowing my eyes at it. Davian wouldn’t put a tracker on my phone.

… Would he?

“You should answer it,” Ryan said after another ring. “Wouldn’t it be better to resolve this now, with your words, than for him to track you down later?”

I chewed on my lip.

He had a point.

I gulped, staring at Davian’s name. What would I even say to him?

A warm, wet tongue found my cheek, and my face scrunched as Bear licked it.

“Do you think I should answer it, too, boy?” I asked him.

His head cocked to the side, tongue lolling out. That was a yes if I’d ever seen one.

It was just a phone call. I could do that. Maybe closure would be a good thing.

“Right. Okay. I can do this,” I chanted under my breath. “Iwilldo this.”

My thumb hovered over the button to accept the call, and I squeezed my eyes shut before pressing it.

meringue

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Davian

The day had gone to hell.

Less than an hour ago, I’d had my head between Sadie’s thighs in the kitchen and thought I’d been showing her a good time. But apparently not good enough, because now I was back in said kitchen while she’d run off like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.

I’d never felt a bigger blow to my ego.

To rub salt in the wound, it took six rings until Sadie answered her phone, then a painfully long pause before she finally spoke. “…Hello?”

I paced across the empty kitchen, forcing myself to sound calm when all I wanted was to order her to get her ass back here before Zain found her. “Where the hell are you going, Sadie?”

Her soft gasp showed my effort to stay calm might’ve failed, and another pause followed. “Um, I can’t tell you that.”

“Can you tell me why you took off after leaving nothing more than a note?” I asked just as Vince stepped through the swinging door behind me.

He must be calling my bluff about shooting him, because he just leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, watching me coolly. When he raised a brow, I almost did pull my gun.

Sadie gulped. “I’m sorry, Dav. I know I should’ve talked to you first. I just…” A voice yelled something unintelligible in the background, and Sadie quickly shushed them. “I sort of had a wakeup call about how different our lives are, and I thought it’d be better for us to go our separate ways now. You know, before things got messy.”

All right, so she was nervous and maybe a little scared. I could work with that. “Tell me more about this wakeup call.”

The frantic blaring of a car horn mixed with some colorful cursing made Sadie raise her voice.

“Well, Vince explained how things work in your world,” she said. “I know I’m just a distraction for you and you couldn’t be with someone like me seriously.”

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