One Reckless Kiss
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Outside Drake's penthouse, the cold air bit through Jayden's clothes as he walked behind Drake.
Security lights illuminated the ground, security guards moving up and down.
They stopped not too far from the penthouse as a guard pointed downward. “Here.”
Drake crouched, Jayden leaned closer as their eyes followed the guard's finger.
And there it was, a footprint, barely visible and carefully hidden that they blended into the dirt unless viewed from the right angle.
Drake’s eyes narrowed. “Professional,” he murmured.
“Someone didn’t want to be seen,” the guard added. “Or someone knew the blind spots.”