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Chapter Twelve

Emma

My phone buzzes against the wood table. I suck another sip of iced Americano from my straw. Wipe my wet hands on my dress.

It's a simple white sundress. The perfect canvas to pair with my red wedges and my leather satchel.

Cute. Comfortable. Stylish.

I should feel like a badass.

But I don't.

I'm off.

And not the way I've been off for the last three months.

No. This is a new kind of off.

A Hunter Keating off.

My phone is buzzing with a text.

It's from him.

I can feel it.

I'm developing a Hunter sense.

I turn my cell over, and sure enough, it's there.

Hunter: You got out of school at one.

Emma: I'm off today.

He should know that. We discussed my schedule last night.

We discussed everything last night.

After work, we went to the gym again.

Then we made dinner together.

WatchedMulantogether.

I even sat on the couch while he booted upDaredevil.

So obvious why he likes it.

The brooding superhero must be Hunter's role model. They're both serious and duty bound and smolderingly hot.

Ugh.

I roll my shoulders, but it does nothing to soothe me.

It's not that it annoys me that he's looking out for me.

It's that it doesn't.

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