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I turn toward the climbing wall, his warning ricocheting around my mind.
He’s not good to women.
Heck, I knew that already. That’s why I’m tricking him, baiting him, reeling the cocky overwhelming prick in.
But what was Adam talking about?
Gemma, a voice whispers in my mind.He was talking about Gemma.
As I join the back of the crowd, everybody whispering quietly, wondering why there’s a fricking climbing wall suddenly in the middle of the field, I tell myself this is a good thing.
After what we did in the dormitory, I clearly needed a reminder about how douche-tastic Harry really is.
