I glance back at Thatcher, just as he tells me, “Banks and I need an objective eye when it comes to our similarities and differences.” “That’s where I come in?” I ask. Banks nods. “My four,” he suddenly says to Thatcher. “I see them,” Thatcher replies, but he never shifts his gaze or hand off me. I just now notice a few men ogling me from afar. Not nicely either. I’d say snidely is more like it. I lean more of my weight against Thatcher. He pulls me closer to his chest, and I feel his heavy heartbeat that thumps in a calming rhythm. Thatcher and Banks are off-duty. Yet, they’re still watching.
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