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I blink away the thoughts. “Huh?”

“You need to stop worrying.”

“You know that I can’t.”

Resolve sets over his face. “Tell me about your classes, why are they so hard?”

I scoff. “Besides Mrs. Abrea being a bitch?”

“I alwaysdidwant to introduce her to my knife.”

That earns him a belly laugh, which I taper down once the guard slices his gaze over to me.

“She’s already assigned two research papers and quizzes. It’s only mid October.” I let out a sigh. “It really makes me miss Beckett.”

“Bullshit. You miss his flattery.”

“Do not!” I giggle, reveling in the lightness of his mood.

“Motherfucker would’ve gotten his ass kicked if it wasn’t for his loyalty to the ‘Fix Crayton’ cause.”

I look him up and down. “Seems like it worked.”

He glares at me through the top of his eyelids. “I’m in prison, Little Ghost.”

I give him aHold it right there, misterfacial expression. “But look how much you’re growing…changing. Shit you’re actually smiling brighter than your orange jumpsuit.”

He shoots down at it and shrugs. “You always wanted me to try some color.”

I huff through a smile. “So stupid.”

That earns me another wink.

“How’s your annoying mother, stepdaddy, and oversized rat?”

I scowl at him. “For the hundredth time…Potato is not a rat, he’s a Muffin. And he finally lost some weight…no thanks to you.”

Crayton shakes his head. “Only Rebecca Dawson would defend a dog over her own mother.”

I dip my head in defense. “That’s because her mother reallyisannoying.”

Crayton leans back in his chair. “Fuck I’ve missed all that sass of yours.”

“You get it through texts.”

“I get a lot of things through texts.” He quirks a brow. “None of which is as good as the real thing.”

I squirm in the chair, for a totally different reason this time.

“We’ve been making the best of it.”

Crayton’s face contorts. “If you call me rubbing one off into my bed sheets the best of it.”

It’s my turn to cringe. “Don’t you have to sleep on it after?”

He pins me with a look. “Exactly.”

With a sorry expression, I go back to catching up. “Have you spoken to your dad?”