Nick disconnected and made his way over to his girlfriend. “You have a stick shoved so far up your ass—” “Hey, Jasmine,” Nick said, interrupting her insult. “Oh, hi, Nick. You doing okay? No stray bullets take a bite out of you?” “All good,” he promised. “You didn’t ask if I was okay,” Weber pointed out like a petulant child. Jasmine narrowed deadly brown eyes on him. “That’s because I don’t care if you’re alive or not.” “Really? Because kissing me on my mother’s doorstep seems like caring.” “They’ve been at this off and on for almost thirty minutes. I think it’s their love language,” Riley
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