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“That doesn't explain anything.”

“Small town.”

“Still doesn't explain it.”

“My mother saw it all go down.”

Of course she did.

Annabeth Randall probably knows what color underwear Belinda has on today.

Owen shrugs. “My point stands.”

“I am not dating Belinda.”

“Then stop staring at her.”

“I don't.”

“You do.”

“I live next door to her. Of course, I’m going to see her.”

“Yeah, but this is more than that. Damian, you practically stalk her.”

“She's suspicious.”

“She's hot is what she is.”

My jaw clenches.

I snarl.

Owen grins.

“Hey, I have a mate. But see how jealous you just got?”

“I'm leaving.”

I toss money onto the table.

“Damian.”

I stop. His expression turns serious.

“You came here expecting me to promise to kill you.”

“Yes.”

“Well, sorry, friend. I'm not doing that.”

“Owen—”

“You're scared. And I get it. I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone either.”

The words hit harder than they should.

I look away.