“He is,” I agreed. “But who cares what he says?” Chase’s jaw ticked, his grip on my arm tightening a notch. “I care.” “Why? He’s a loser anyway.” I should have been mad, probably. Or sad. But I didn’t want to wage war against Luke; I wanted him to go away. Permanently. My lips parted in surprise as Chase slid his hand from my elbow and rested it on my lower back. He pulled me closer, turning me to face him. Behind the anger in his eyes was something softer—tenderness mingled with desire. “Because he’s messing with you.” “It’s only messing with me if I let it bother me,” I said. “Besides,
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