“Pippa.” At the sound of Jamie’s voice, my stomach fizzes. Jamie strides toward us with an expression like a storm cloud. His hair is also damp with sweat, which should be gross, but it’s weirdly hot on him. He stops between the blond guy and me like he’s trying to shield me. My face heats even more. I hope he doesn’t think I’m here to scope out players or something. “You forgot your keys,” I tell him, holding them out. “I didn’t want you to get locked out while I’m walking Daisy.” “Thanks.” He takes them before shooting the blond guy a weird look. A lock of dark hair falls into Jamie’s eyes,
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