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She wasn’t a client. She wasn’t a job. She was absolutely everything. Isolde Allen was our Omega, and we had three weeks to prove it.
“Well, Hawk,” Beau cleared his throat. “Since—” “It’s Elliot.” Beau blinked. “I’m sorry?” “My name. It’s Elliot.” I smothered the laughter bubbling up in my chest. A clear line in the sand. His friends called him Hawk, and Beau was not his friend.
I have pretended with others, yes. But Isolde Allen, I am not pretending with you.”
“Because if you weren’t here, and none of this had ever happened, I think I’d miss you anyway.”
You claim we’re so much lower than you? Maybe we are. But remember that those of us who play in the dirt know how to dig. And six feet isn’t that far. Understood?”

