Riley nervously glanced behind her to see if anyone sinister was lurking in the shadows and immediately stumbled. Nick and Weber both grabbed her by the soaking wet tank top and righted her without breaking stride. “Don’t worry your pretty little sweaty face, Thorn. I’m working on a contingency plan,” Nick assured her. “Don’t even think about bringing them to my condo,” Weber said. “Mrs. Penny would drink you out of house and home in under twenty minutes,” Nick predicted. He was keeping things light, but Riley caught a distinct whiff of “this is going to suck” from her sweaty, sprinting
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