looks utterly delicious. I stand and rip my book from his grip. “Nice to see you haven’t lost your phone.” Then I turn and walk away from him, stomping up the second set of stairs. “Haven…” Luca takes hold of my upper arm, pulling me to a stop. I spin around to face him, yanking out of his hold. “Don’t you start.” “I didn’t have any cell service where I was,” he explains, his big dark eyes pleading with me to forgive him. I don’t. But now I know he was out in the desert or the woods somewhere. Most likely helping his father bury a body. Or two. His father considers that as close to bonding as
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