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Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

“Look, I’m sorry, I know you said we should keep our distance, but considering the circumstances of last night, we need to talk,” Davison says, as he steps through the door into my living room.

“Yeah, that’s why I’ve been trying to call you all morning,” Bethany replies, crossly. A little too crossly. I shoot her a warning glance, to remind her to keep cool.

Davison blushes as he pulls out his cell phone.

“Oh, so you have . . . sorry, I . . . must have forgotten to take it off Do Not Disturb . . . ”

“Too busy fucking your students to notice?” is what I want to say. “Yeah, well perhaps you should have checked it before you barged into my apartment and risked exposing the entire mission,” I say instead.

Bethany returns my earlier reproachful glance. Hey, compared to what I’d wanted to say, I did keep it cool.

“Okay, okay, you’re right, I’m sorry. But we can stand here bickering, or we can deal with what happened. What did exactly happen last night?”

“Someone beat us to
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