Page 66 of Holding You

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I let out a groan, hating how worked up I’m getting over something that will never happen.

Declan’s phone pings, and I freeze.

Some might call it intuition, but I call it fear.

Fear that I just did something very, very wrong.

I grab my phone and set it in my lap, slowly turning it over to check my text messages.

Right there at the top is Declan's text thread, and right there when I open said thread is my admission to the girls.

No.

My stomach drops. My heart thuds.

No.

No.

I look up quickly. Declan hasn’t touched his phone yet because he’s focused on my laptop.

Okay, okay, I can work with this.

I just need a plan to steal his phone and crack the code with my super awesome tech girl skills and then delete my text. All in mere seconds.

Simple.

I could die right now.

Okay, no time to panic.

I stand.

He’s still focused on the laptop.

Slowly, I walk around the back of his chair to the other side of the table. He’s still focused.

He must really like computers.

I keep walking, slowly so as not to draw attention.

I casually reach out and take his phone.

Again, slowly, so nothing seems out of the?—

“Why are you trying to sneak my phone?”

“Huh?” I turn and press my lips together. “Hmm.”

“My phone.” Declan leans back and crosses his arms as he studies me. “Why do you need it?”

“Oh, is this your phone?” I ask innocently. “I thought it was mine. My bad.”

I turn to walk off, but he goes on.

“Since we have established that it’s my phone, you can leave it here on the table.”

Damn it.

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