But a dangerous voice takes over my train of thought from behind me. “Nobody enjoys fucking you, Patrick. Now move your arm before I remove it completely.” I turn my head to look over my shoulder and find Cole standing at the top of the stairs like some sort of dark, avenging angel. He often looks grumpy, but right now, he looks downright deadly. All those years in the military have scored every hard line in the body that stands over us. He looks relaxed. Too relaxed. Like this is an easy default mode for him. And Patrick, idiot that he is, doesn’t pick up on the danger at all. He laughs.
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