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Someone shouts from the inside.
I hear the echo of footsteps before the door creaks open.
Saint pokes his head through the cracked door, his face blanking. “Rix?”
“Is this a bad time?”
A frown pulls at my lips when a door slams from somewhere inside.
Saint peeks behind him, the door creaking a slither more.
I peer over his shoulder.
Cole, Axel, and Carter are all inside.
Oh.
I step back on unsteady feet. “I can come back later.”
Saint clears his throat and shuffles out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him. “No, you’re fine.”
He cards a hand through his messy hair and I scan the ink sleeving his arms.
Pretty sure the vivid pink and purple pen strokes weren’t there yesterday, and is that a unicorn sticker on his elbow ditch?
“New ink?” I ask on a chuckle.
His gaze darts to his arm.
He swallows. “Teddy.”
Huh.“I didn’t know she was into art?”
“She’s gone full Banksy these days.” He chokes out a laugh, folding his hands behind back. “Women and their weird hobbies, right?”
“Right.”
“What’s up anyway?” he asks, rocking back on his heels. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Yeah, I—” I blink as a loud thud sounds from his flat. “I just wanted to talk to you or Cole, maybe?”
A muscle tics in his jaw. “Like right now?”
“I mean, yeah?"
Another bang, followed by a loud shout that echoes through the door.
My brows furrow. “Is everything okay in there?”
“Yeah, we’re just hanging.” Saint shrugs. “Shooting the shit.”
This is what was so important that Cole had to dash off?
“I’ll leave you to it then.” I school my expression. Pins and needles flood my fingers and I shove my hands in my back pockets. “I’ll come back in a bit.”
He raps his fist on his thigh. “Might be best.”
His shoes click as he taps his foot, hand curling around the handle as if he’s more than eager to get back inside rather than hang around in a cold hallway with me.
