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It took a full five minutes for me to move, only to peek through the blinds in time to see him drive away.

I come back to the present, still staring at my phone. I don’t remember mentioning my plans earlier during his session, so how’d he know?

How’d you know about tonight?

Talon

I have my ways.

Stalking again?

Talon

Prefer to call it skills.

Skills to know where I am?

Talon

Enjoy. Call me if you need a ride home.

Will you be picking me up in a police cruiser?

Talon

Not on shift tonight. You drink too much, text or call. I’ll be there.

Thanks, but in the unlikely event I can’t drive, Bex and I will share an Uber.

The bubbled dots appear as he types his reply, then go blank. A warm breath coats my neck and I fall right into Bex reading over my shoulder.

“Personal space!”

“Your game sucks.” She tsks, disappointed.

“I’m not playing a game.”

“You don’t tell a hot guy who offers to pick you up on a Friday night that you’re taking an Uber.”

“I don’t want to put him out.”

“He offered.”

“Okay, then I don’t want to send the wrong impression.”

“Give it up.” Her eyes dart to my screen and her smile grows wide. “I do like this guy.”

Talon

one week and your threats of an Uber are over.

“What does that mean?” I mutter.

“It means you’ve awakened the alpha and the countdown is on. Consider yourself warned.”

“I don’t want a warning because there is no countdown.”

“For someone so brilliant, you’re clueless.”

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