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“Harley, stop worrying. Look where we are. Home safe and sound. And I feel the need to point out that I won the fucking race fair and square. And I’m fairly certain that Torq won’t come after me after I dragged his ass out of that car. He’s a dick, but he’s not that much of a dick.” I pursed my lips, unconvinced. He chuckled. “What do I have to do to convince you I’m okay?” “I don’t think you can convince me,” I whispered. He watched me as I came toward him, leaving a puddle in my wake as water dripped from the ends of my hair to the floor. “But you could let me take care of you in another way. A way that doesn’t require band aids or doctors or any of that junk.” Rick smiled, and for a momen

I asked him. “Why should I pay them when we have a hacker?” he asked and smiled. “Twenty seconds,” Fred said as he opened his laptop. Adam gave him his social security number and within a few seconds the tickets were gone from Adam’s name. “Okay, I vote yes,” Adam said with a smile as he stood behind Fred. “Hang on, you’re going to vote yes based on some parking tickets?” Russel asked him. “What’s wrong, Russel?” I asked him.

💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨ Leah I went back to my pack house seeing red. I was more than furious. Alpha Rick has been coming to our aid for the past few months and we even invited him to stay for dinner the last time. I thought he was being rude when he'd refuse our offer. Did he think he was better than us? We are just as highly ranked as he is, so what gives? Why did he keep refusing our offer to stay and have dinner?

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I will love you until the end of time and beyond. Your everything brother, Nick *** Rack just asked if I want a pot of gold. “Please,” I whisper, afraid he’ll take back the offer. His dimples appear and he waves his hand toward the bed. “I can’t get to your lower back while you’re in the chair.”

Would he write me off now? A buzz from my phone had me digging for it in my bag. It was a message from Rick. Rick: *Are you okay?* Me: *I will be.* Rick: *I’m worried about you. How did the news get pictures of you?* I cringed with the knowledge that my friends had seen the pictures. I hated that I couldn’t demand everyone unsee them. Rick: *Let’s have lunch today.* It might be exactly what I needed. Me: *Okay. Panera? Noon?*

I hit call. The line rings. Once. Twice. On the third ring, he picks up. “Eliana?” His voice is a jagged mix of relief and nerves. “Holy— Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what—” “Hi, Rick,” I say, cutting in. “Congratulations on not being murdered by a mobster yet. Let’s try to keep that streak going.” He chokes out a laugh that sounds more like a cough. “Is this a joke?” he asks. “Because the pictures online are *not* funny. Who is that guy? What happened at the hotel? The label’s freaking out. The tour’s on pause. I look like an idiot.”

"Jealous? Are you kidding me? I think it's time you left. I have to work." Claire kept her gaze on his face, and shook her head. She got up on her feet, and carried her bag. "What about the dinner date? Are you still up for it?" Ricky nodded. "I don't go back on my words unless it's impossible." Claire smiled. She bent, and kissed him softly on the lips. "See you." Ricky banged his fist against his desk, rattling the contents on the surface. "Xavier. Who the hell is that?" His phone started to ring on his desk, and he got anxious when he saw it was his parents' home line. Quickly, he picked it up.

Logan advised. Logan turned to Rick, saying, "Ensure she avoids strenuous activities." Rick nodded hastily. "Understood. Thank you, Dr. Pearce." "Don't mention it," Logan replied with a faint smile. He then added, "I'll charge 100 dollars for this." Rick handed Logan 500 dollars and said, "Yes, of course." "100 dollars is enough," Logan insisted, returning 400 dollars and walking away. Rick felt deeply grateful, and the crowd finally snapped back to reality. They gathered around Logan, applauding his remarkable medical skills and the lives he had saved.