“I’m looking for some information on a student.” Dee frowned. “Information on a student?” “Yeah.” I nodded, widening my smile. “Shannon Lynch.” Who had I been fooling, with distracting myself with reality TV? I was an obsessive bastard by nature, with a one-track mind that was currently—and solely—programmed on her. I had to know more. I needed more. I wasn’t thick enough to think this didn’t matter. Or that my reaction to McGarry in the changing rooms earlier didn’t matter. It mattered that she was able to do this to me. It mattered that, hours later, I was still thinking about her, wondering
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