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60 × Stalked Like A Prey

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"You look like shit."

"I feel like shit." Jenson sighed. "Nice hair."

"Yeah? Used to call this rehab cut."

Rehab cut. "Sounds kinda wrong." He made a face. "But also kinda funny." Jenson slid the glass door closed as he matched his friend's lackluster grin.

Unlike the spacious dining room, this part of Dr. Rasmussen's house needed some bright lights. Some ventilation. But this mansion's interior and exterior design still rivaled the pages of famous architectural magazines.

Seeming oblivious, Darren kept his old varsity jacket zipped and leaned against the thick column. He gripped and stared at his phone, the glowing screen highlighting frown lines and the bags under his eyes. "Still season break, anyway. Give it two months."

"Sure." Jenson cleared his throat and stepped closer. No hint of booze, or anything worse. Good enough. And for a change, his friend looked like he should be wearing a tailored suit tonight like the other guests downstairs. The VIPs. "Dinner?"

"Nah. I'm g
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