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He clears his throat. “Nothing. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Nothing. Just need to send this email.”

Right, because he’s been engrossed in that email this whole time.

I frown, exchanging a look with Lil. She tilts her head in a silent question, but I just shrug.

“You’re being weird,” I say. “Spill it. What’s really going on?”

Finally, he shoves the phone in his pocket. “All set. Where were we?”

“Leaving to find Gemma,” Lil says when I stay quiet.

I’m too irritated for this.

Connor gestures for us to continue. “Lead the way.”

We walk down the hall together, Lil chattering about the party. I focus on putting one foot in front of the other, trying to ignore the charged energy buzzing between Connor and me.

This hot and cold act is getting old. Fast.

I chance a sideways glance at him, but his expression remains impassive. Jaw tight, eyes forward, giving nothing away.

Typical.

Chapter 26

Connor

What is she playing at? It’s clear that she wants me, but something is holding her back, something related to Chris. Would bringing her to prison to meet her beloved Chris give her closure or destroy her further?

I don’t know. All I know is I can’t stay away from her.

The whole day, I did nothing but watch her, thinking about how to approach this the correct way. But as always, there is no logic when it comes to her. I can’t approach this like some puzzle or code.

My fingers tense, digging into the worn leather of my armchair. I stare at the array of screens, watching Mary with her date over dinner. Every touch sends a wave of jealousy crashing over me, threatening to capsize the boatload of composure I’d managed to salvage thus far.

I’m stuck in this vicious cycle of wanting her and hating myself forit.

Why, Blue?

One minute, she’s gazing at me like I’m her salvation, the next she’s throwing herself at some posh prick in a designer suit. Mary laughs at something her date says, the sound melodic even through the speakers.

Why can’t she look at me like that? What is it about these posh guys that she finds so alluring?

My phone buzzes.

Mary: You’re watching, aren’t you?

She knows?

Connor: Why?

Mary: Just making sure my favorite stalker is paying attention. Because this dinner is not professional…

Connor: Blue. Don’t.

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