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“Not when it's this good.”

“Mapquest.”

“Hot Lips.”

My jaw tightens.

Beck grins.

I should've called someone else. Unfortunately, everyone else I know would ask questions I don't want to answer. Beck asks them anyway. He just doesn't expect answers.

“So let me make sure I've got this straight.” He taps his fingers against the steering wheel. “Yesterday, Callie followed you around town wearing a wig.”

Jesus Christ. This again.

“Yes.”

“You knew she was following you.”

“Yes.”

“And instead of losing her, you let her follow you.”

“I was curious.”

“Uh-huh.” He looks over at me. “Then today she followed you to the gym.”

“She found me at the gym.”

Beck glances over. “What’s the difference?”

I sigh. “I don’t know.”

He smirks. “Just checking.”

We’re silent for a beat, and then Beck starts his shit again.

“You checked whether she had a membership, didn't you?”

I just give him a look. His mouth twitches.

Fuck.

“Just drive, dickhead.”

“I am.”

“Then focus on that.”

Beck laughs.

Asshole.

The truth is, I noticed her the second she walked into the gym wearing that ridiculous wig. I watched her duck behind the ellipticals and pretended I didn’t.

Then she came back out without it, wearing leggings and a sports bra that made concentrating significantly more difficult.

And sat on my face. Accidentally-on-purpose.