“Great doing business with you.” “I don’t like you,” I grumbled as he turned away from me, revealing the bright red scratch marks on his back from last night. It took everything in me not to gasp. “Like? We’ve taken a step up from hatred, haven’t we?” October walked over to the dresser across from the bed and picked out a light gray shirt from the top drawer and threw it over his head. “In that case… likewise.” He grabbed his bag from the ground—no doubt heading out for morning practice—but paused in the doorway before leaving to peer over his shoulder with a smug grin. “Twenty years.” I
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