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Tate
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The sooner the better as far as I’m concerned. I’m thoroughly grossed out by how much I can’t control myself when it comes to watching her on the cameras and lying to her last night when she told me about Sarah dying was hell. Pretending that I don’t know things about her when I’ve studied her file inside and out at least a dozen times feels disgusting and I wish I knew why Blaze has me doing this.
Sighing, I type out my reply.
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From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: Apartment lease
Date: February 6, 2018 7:56:48 PM CDT
To: [email protected]
Sounds good. See you then.
Kodiak
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“Do y’all need anything else?” the waitress asks, flashing me a smile. I look around the table at the stack of pancakes I ordered along with the eggs, hash browns, toast, and bacon before shaking my head.
“No, I think we’re good.”
“Well, let me know if you need anything. My name is Gabby.”
I nod and she lingers by the table for a second before turning and heading back to the kitchen.
“What is up with you?” Izzy asks and I glance up at her.
“What?”
She glances toward the door where the waitress disappeared. “She was totally into you and you barely looked at her.”
“Just wasn’t feelin’ her,” I lie and thankfully she buys it. My mind flashes to Tate and I glance down at my watch, eager to see her again.
Izzy tries to maneuver my plates to fit her juice glass on our little table before giving up and standing up. She marches over to the table next to us and pulls it up to ours, giving us twice the room, as I laugh.
“Jesus. I don’t know how you eat that much,” she complains, eyeing my plates.
“What? I’m hungry.”
In true Izzy fashion, she arches a brow and mutters, “Clearly.”
“What have you been up to?” I ask as I cut into my pancakes and shove some into my mouth. She shrugs and cuts into her omelet.
“Same old.”
“Breakin’ hearts all over town, then?”
She giggles. “Yeah, something like that.”
I met Izzy just shy of a year ago and we were hot and heavy for one night before we realized that we would be better as friends. Carly and Ali are her best friends and married to my brothers so it could have easily gotten messy and turns out, we’re pretty similar when it comes to relationships. She’s become a really good friend and someone I can talk to about things I would never even dream about saying to the guys.
