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I laugh.

Me: Hard to follow someone when I don't know where he is.

Roman: Exactly.

I stare at the screen, then laugh harder. “You smug son of a bitch.”

A woman walking toward the gym gives me a wide berth.

I walk around the building and head to the locker room to grab the wig. Then I leave the gym.

Roman's truck sits exactly where he left it, mocking me.

I stop beside it.

For one brief second, I consider leaving a note under his windshield wiper.

But I don’t.

I take out my phone.

Me: You realize this means war.

His answer comes immediately.

Roman: Go home, Chaos.

I grin.

Me: Fine. You win. This round.

Roman: And I’ll keep winning.

I look at Roman's abandoned truck.

That sneaky motherfucker.

Okay, Hitman.

Game on.

26

ROMAN

“You called me to rescue you from a woman?”

“I didn't call you to rescue me.” I glare at him, then stare out the passenger window, silently cursing Beck.

He laughs. Again. He’s been doing it for the last ten fucking minutes.

“No?” He glances over at me. “Because from where I'm sitting, you called and said you needed a ride from the gym because Callie was waiting for you.”

“I said I needed a ride.”

“Because Callie was waiting for you.”

I turn my head. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”