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Fuck me.

Beck reads it over my shoulder. “You smiled?”

“No.”

He ignores me. “Apparently twice.”

“She exaggerates.”

“Does she?”

“Yes.”

I move toward the windshield.

I still think you’re James.

Rip.

I tear it to pieces before Beck can see it.

Nice escape, Hitman.

Rip.

I know where you park at the gym.

I stare at that one.

Beck peers over my shoulder. “That's mildly threatening.”

“She thinks she's funny.”

“She is funny.” He smirks. “Damn. I need to move to Hollow Creek.”

I give him a death glare.

He lifts both hands. “I'm just saying.”

I turn my attention back to the notes.

You swear too much.

I snort.

Beck points at me. “You smiled. That's number three.”

“Fuck off.”

I continue reading the notes and shake my head. “She's insane.”

“You sound fond of her.”

“I'm not fond.”

“That's exactly how people who are fond sound.”

I glare at him.