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I look at him. "You're right… that must have been painful."

He smiles at me, a feature I haven't seen very often on his stubborn ass. "I don't think they will find you here. But I wanted to come and monitor the area for a few days, just to be sure."

"Why?" I ask, genuinely confused at his concern.

Blake's smile drops, his eyes hardening again. "Because for whatever reason it is, even if I don't understand it, my brothers happen to be smitten with you. And I guess, because you're family."

My eyebrows crease as I process his words. "Do they know you're here?"

"No."

I nod slowly. "So, you're here, on your own agenda… to protect me from dangerous bikers. When you are also a biker… makes sense."

"You seem to have a type."

Dejavu hits me and I realize just how similar Blake and Zayn are. I let out a sarcastic laugh, rubbing my forehead in frustration. This week just keeps getting better and better.

Wedding, Asher, flat tire, Zayn… now having a civil beer with Blake.

Fuck me, someone should write a book about my life.

"What?" Blake asks, looking at me like I'm mentally unstable.

"Nothing," I say, grabbing my beer again now that my shaking has settled down. "It's just a little unbelievable having you here. I just figured you hated me."

He looks at me in surprise. "Hate? Hate is a strong word. I don'thateyou. I just don'tlikeyou. But for whatever fucked up reason, you're still my …stepsister."

"Why do you say it like that?" I ask accusingly.

Blake looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "You don't think I don't know you fucked my brothers?"

Ah, fuck.

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Iswallow,tryinghardnot to look away.

"What do you mean?"

Blake lets out a sarcastic laugh, rolling his eyes. "Oh, please. Don't play coy with me. That doe-eyed naive act might work on Asher, but I don't buy it. You're smarter than people give you credit for."

I purse my lips, resisting the urge to throw some snarky insult at him.

"Right."

He crosses his arm, leaning back in the chair. "Zayn and I tell each other everything."

Rage fills me and that control not to snap, breaks inside of me.

"Is that so? And what has Zayn told you?"

Blake gives me an incredulous look. "I'm not sure you're ready for that conversation, Rylee. But I'm well aware of your extra-curricular activities with him."

"Fucking asshole," I mutter under my breath, fully intending on murdering the absent twin if I ever see him again.

"Can't you just find normal guys to have sex with? Seriously though. Asher was bad enough, but Zayn too?" Blake asks dryly.

I stand up, slamming my beer down. "I don't have to listen to this. I'm going home."

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