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out into traffic on a freaking peddle powered, motor-less object, he was

usually at work way early because he had this crazy fear about being late

and on his bike; he couldn’t actually be sure how long it would take him to

get there.

“Kiera!” Wynn rounded the corner as soon as she shut the back door

behind her. “Just the person I wanted to see.”

“Great,” she muttered. “I can already imagine this isn’t about how the

pick went on Friday.”

“Well, it sort of is.”

The back entrance to the store was fairly narrow. A ramp outside led to a

metal door, and inside was a narrow hallway that branched out into the

building. Wynn took up the entire space, and when he leaned an arm out

casually against the wall, he effectively blocked off the exit. He basically

had Kiera cornered, and if she didn’t know him better, she’d think he

actually planned it. Okay, so she did know him and she was entirely certain

he had indeed planned to get to the store before her to have the chat she’d

basically been dreading.

Why? Because she was a coward. Because every single time she thought

about Romi her skin crawled. And not in a bad way. It was more of a shiver

than a crawl. And that shiver often turned into an itch. The kind of itch that

couldn’t be scratched. Thoughts of Romi brought a fresh level of awareness

creeping up. She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t beat it down. She couldn’t

smother it. The spark of awareness turned into full-on flames that she

couldn’t douse.

The problem was, Romi made her feel like a woman again. Like a

woman who wanted things. She made her feel, period. It was confusing.

Annoying. She was scattered and she couldn’t seem to get the pieces of

herself put back into the neat, tidy order that she’d arranged them into

before she met Romi. She’d barely kept her shit together through the dinner

with Shane’s mom. All of Sunday had been torture because she couldn’t

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