“Speaking of late, what do you say we pick this up at a more appropriate hour?” Or not at all. “Don’t you dare hang up,” he ordered, but it sounded more like a growl. I hadn’t known Loren long, but this side of him had taken me by surprise. I assumed Houston was the only dominating one. Loren was more of an anarchist, staunchly rejecting authority and proudly boasting his devil-may-care attitude. I envied him. Right now, though, he looked ready to rip my head off—mine and an imaginary enemy who wished me harm. “I have pepper spray.” “Do you have a gun?” he countered. “Or even a drop of
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