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I stood up and pressed my hand against Trent’s chest. “Cluster headaches. He gets them hard and fast. Got one five tables over, I helped him. That’s it.”

Damon pushed up, and he grimaced.

“Wait. Damon. You okay?”

“Fine.” His jaw clenched. “Let’s go, Killer.”

“That’s a good idea,” Trent said, setting his bag on the chair next to mine.

Damon froze, his hand clamped around Killer’s lead so tightly his knuckles blanched. But Damon didn’t say anything. I could tell it took everything in him not to, but he didn’t.

“See ya later, LizBelle.” Damon turned, following Killer’s lead and sauntered out of the sitting area.

“What the hell is going on, Lizzie?” Trent sat across from me. “Not too cool to find my girlfriend with her ex getting all cozy.”

“I…” What could I say, though? He was right. Iwasgetting cozy with Damon.Wantedto get even cozier, but that wouldn’t be fair to Trent.

“Lizzie?”

“I’m sorry, Trent. He was—the headache. He knocked into some chairs. I couldn’t let him fall.”

He stared at me for a long time, then grabbed my drink and took a sip. “Sorry. I was a jerk.”

He set my drink down, and I shifted it to the center of the napkin, then turned it so the holder lined up with the cup name. He scrutinized me, like he always did. “You do like things in order, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” And things were out of order right now. Damon talked to Walker. Meaning, he was free, right? From the gang. No more symbol. He’d asked Walker for freedom to have a chance at a life.

Why didn’t he tell me? If he’d done it weeks ago, maybe he didn’t want me after all. But today, he said—son of a gun, I couldn’t think straight with Trent staring me down.

He was sweet. Determined. Headed toward great things with his business degree. He was smart. Funny. Kind.

But every time I kissed him, which wasn’t often, it left me in want. There wasn’t the electricity. The heat. With Damon, I wanted to kiss him all the time. Be close to him. Touch him.

I wasn’t being fair to Trent, was I? Even if Damon didn’t want me back, I shouldn’t stay with Trent. I’d given the relationship a couple of months…

“Trent, we need to talk.”

Chapter Sixty

Damon

“Thanks,Drey.Seeyoutomorrow.” I shut the passenger door and worked my way to the back seat for Killer.

“We’ve ordered a turkey. First Thanksgiving in this house, Sarah’s stoked.”

“That chick cracks me up. So not the Suzy homemaker, and then the next minute she is.”

“She keeps me guessing, that’s for sure. But it’s fun that way.”

“I suppose. Come on, Killer.”

“Eleven sharp. Or, she might go bonkers on your ass.”

“I’ll be there.” I shut the door. “With beer,” I yelled.

Drey honked, and I let Killer lead me to my front door. Within five minutes, I was inside, a beer cracked open, and sitting on my couch. The sounds of a football game floated around, but I didn’t pay much attention.

No. My focus was on Lizzie. She didn’t miss a beat today with my headache. Just jumped right in and took care of me. If that douche, Trent, hadn’t gotten in the way, I would have told her everything.

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