In a seat that had been converted so it was facing me sat Kashton Colello. I ignored the spike in my pulse. That was still unwanted. His eyes were hooded. God. Why’d that make him look even better? We stared at each other a moment. “Team manager.” He grunted back, his eyes steady on me. “Outlier.” I deflated. Outlier. An academic word for “outcast.” Scooting to the far end, I hugged my bag on my lap and turned to watch out the window as the Denali pulled away from the hotel. “Did you say your good-byes to your mother?” “Was that my half brother last night?” He didn’t get to ask me about her.
Lol! The 'team manager' was such an insult in her head.
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