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“Aserial killer?” Carter finished my sentence. “It crossed my mind. Just whatthis town needs.”

Mythoughts exactly.

“Maybeyou should call Vic,” I said when he stopped at a traffic light. “Tell heryou’ll be late for dinner or whatever you two had planned. It’s going to be along fucking day.”

“Ithink Vic broke up with me.”

Ilooked at him sharply. “What? I mean… she did?”

Heshrugged. “It sounded that way. She told me she was going skiing and not tocontact her.”

“Why?”

Hemade a face. “She was unhappy with how I behaved the other night at the party,and then things just escalated.”

“Whatdo you mean escalated?”

“Idon’t know,” Carter snapped. “What’s with all the questions?”

Ishould have read the room, but honestly, I was too excited about the news, so Ikept talking.

“I’mjust trying to—”

“Look,stop butting into my life, okay?” he growled, slamming his fist against thesteering wheel. “Stop asking me questions and stop following me around like apuppy. I’m sick of you breathing down my neck. I’m sick of you showing upeverywhere I am. Stop talking to me for a freaking second so I can breathe. Ican’t… I can’t breathe around you.”

Whenhe looked at me, I saw both the remorse and the apology in the jungle greens,but what the fuck?

“Stopthe car.”

“What?”Carter said, glancing at me. “I can’t stop the car. We’re in the middle—”

“Stopthe fucking car, asshole!” I bellowed. “Right now.”

Helooked in the rearview mirror before pulling over.

“Look,I’m sorry,” he said as I opened the car door. “I didn’t mean… Please, don’tgo.”

“Fuckoff.”

“Please,Tye, let’s just… Why are you limping?”

Iflipped him off instead of replying.

Chapter 19

Temptation

Carter

He was an idiot for several reasons. First, he was standing on hisbalcony dressed only in his sweats, and it was windy outside. Second, he wasdrinking alcohol, judging by the bottle in his hand. Third, he was stilllimping. And how did I know all that? Because I was standing on my balcony andspying on him.

Not your business. Go to sleep. It’s late.

But I couldn’t do that. He was my partner and my friend. Icouldn’t leave him on his own when he obviously had no common sense or braincapacity to take care of himself. I also didn’t want to. That guy just… he gotunder my skin. No other way to describe it. I couldn’t stop thinking about him,and I sure as hell couldn’t leave things between us as they were.

When I knocked on his door, he didn’t look happy.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

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