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Dammit.

Okay. Plan B.

Start asking around town.

Yes. Brilliant.

Oh, wait.

I have pictures of him.

I grab my phone and plug it in since it’s nearly dead.

Then I swipe through the pictures I took last night.

Hmm… the stitches and blood… I’m definitely going to have to lean into method actor.

And if they ask questions about the stitches… I’ll tell them the makeup department went to YouTube University.

It’s not a total lie.

I flip through all the photos, then start at the first one and go through them slowly.

I stop on the third one.

He’s looking away from the camera, his jaw tight, dark hair falling over his forehead.

My chest does that stupid squeezing thing again.

This is ridiculous. I barely know him.

I should delete the pictures.

Forget last night happened.

Forget Roman.

I stare at his picture. My finger strokes his jawline.

I can’t delete the pictures.

Instead, I add it to my favorites.

“Okay, Hot Hitman.”

I smile, already enjoying the challenge.

“Let’s find you.”

10

CALLIE

It’s officially Halloween. And I’ve been ghosted by the hottest man I’ve met in... well, ever.

Fuck my life.

My internet and social media searches get me nowhere. And since I have some time before I need to get ready for the annual Hollow Creek Halloween Festival, I decide to take to the streets and see if anyone’s seen him. Or knows anything about him that I can use to find him.