Page 125 of Make Me Yours

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Because I may or may not be tracking your location.

My heart skips a beat at that admittance as I type out a response.

Me:

Umm, excuse me?

Steele:

Relax. It’s purely protective. You’re everything to me, lucky charm.

My fingers hover over the keyboard for a beat too long.

This man.

Me:

Okay.

Steele:

So… you didn’t answer my question. Where are you?

I hesitate for half a second.

Me:

Outgetting coffee.

Technically, it’s not a lie.

Steele:

You do know there’s coffee at the penthouse, right? Like, a whole bag of your favorite beans?

Me:

Sometimes a girl needs a change of scenery.

Steele:

You sure it’s not that you’re already missing me?

Me:

Don’t start, Sanderson.

Steele:

Too late. We both know you’re my favorite person to mess with.

Me:

What an honor.

Steele:

You should feel honored. So… are you alone?

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