A throat clears, and we spring apart. My hand falls from her knee. She scoots away so there’s distance between us. Riley’s eyes move from Hannah to me, pausing to look at her leg. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says. “You’re not interrupting anything.” Hannah tosses her hair over her shoulder. “I’m going to get some food. Good to see you, Brody.” “You too,” I offer, staring at the floor instead of her ass while she walks away. “That was interesting.” Riley takes a seat on the couch. He adjusts his prosthetic leg and looks at me. “Anything you want to talk about?” “You didn’t see anything,” I warn
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