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I stand, gathering my things. “Alright, you two stay here with her,” I say, already moving toward the door.
Lucas straightens, arms crossed. “Excuse me?”
I stop, barely glancing back. “What? I’ve got things to handle. Just stay here, keep an eye on her.”
He doesn’t budge. “I thought we agreed to work on this together, not with you throwing orders around and expecting us to nod along.”
I grit my teeth, realizing quickly that this whole “working together” idea is going to be more complicated than I’d hoped. “Fine,” I say, trying to rein in my tone. “Could you please stay here with her and make sure she doesn’t get any ideas, like raiding this place for a gun?”
Blake smirks. “She won’t find them. Never mind been clever enough to crack the safe.”
I glare at him. “How long have you been in my system?&r
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