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I taunt him.

“I said watch out for her, not fall in love.”

I release him.

“That isn’t?—”

He cuts me off.

“I see everything.”

He backs away to the door. I clench my fists.

It’s not love. I don’t know how to love.

“Come on then, chauffeur,” Finn calls.

“I guess me and Drago will go for a drink while we dig,” Declan mumbles.

“You got a blade on you?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Pass it here.”

He places the cool metal in my palm. I flick it open.

The wound on my thigh is healing nicely. Hallie did good.

I push up my black tee and run the blade lightly along my skin—two inches, just above my left hip.

“Conan. What the fuck?” Declan jumps up and snatches the knife.

“What? It’s part of my plan,” I laugh.

“You need help.”

Declan hits the side of my head.

“Yeah… that’s exactly the plan. Medical help.” I pull my top down over the cut. Can’t let Finn see it. Don’t want his help.

Chapter 22

HALLIE

Ihave this weird feeling gnawing at me. While I’ve got a few minutes to myself, I pull my phone out of my white coat.

Conan and I had a brief text exchange earlier, then radio silence.

I’m actually debating heading to his garage once my shift is over to see how he’s getting on. I like being around him.

He’s fun.

But the sexual tension may kill me off. I’ve never had to use my toys so damn much in my life. It’s the only thing helping me sleep at the moment.

I’ve had a taste of him, and I crave more.

Yet, we’re both resisting. Can we keep that up?

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