Page 93 of Second Sin

Blake shows his too. “Taken.”

She turns to me.

“What about you, handsome?”

I don’t hesitate. “Not interested.”

Her smile drops. They walk off.

Blake arches a brow at me. “Since when do you turn that down?”

I shrug and take a sip of my drink. “Not in the mood.”

Kane doesn’t say anything. Just leans back with that look—calm, unreadable, but knowing. Like he's waiting to see what I’ll give away.

Blake catches it. “Okay, wait—am I missing something here?”

I exhale. Long and quiet. We’ve had two drinks. I don’t owe him shit. But Blake’s not the kind of guy who runs his mouth. And Kane already knows too much.

So I say it.

“There’s someone.”

“Holy shit.Didn’t know ‘serious’ was in your vocabulary.”

"Fuck off," I mutter.

Kane leans back farther, arms crossed like he’s been waiting for this. There’s a stupid smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Blake pushes, "So what's she like? How'd you meet. Details, man."

“It’s..." I rub the back of my neck, tugging at my hair. "Complicated.”

Blake grins. “Isn’t it always?”

Kane nods once.

“What’s her name?” Blake asks.

I hesitate. Catch Kane’s gaze. He lifts a brow—quiet, steady—like he’s leaving it up to me, but he’s watching.

Blake looks between us, brow furrowed. “Okay...what the hell am I missing?”He leans in, elbows on the table. “You two doing telepathy now, or is someone gonna clue me in?”

I lean back. Voice low. “I’ll tell you, but don’t make it a thing.” I point a finger at him. “And you don’t breathe a word. I fucking mean it.”

Blake’s expression shifts, more serious now. “Alright. Okay.”

I look down once, then say it.

“It's Olivia.”

Blake blinks. “Olivia?”

Then it hits.

His eyes go wide. “You mean Olivia Hart?Ourtherapist?”

I glance around. “I said don’t make a big deal out of it.”

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