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I prayed for a sinkhole to swallow me whole.
“Well, you clearly have great taste,” I said to Delaney. “And I'll get a bottle of Dom sent over ASAP. On the house.”
“Oh you don't have to—” Carter started.
“I insist.” Anything to get me the hell out of here.
Then a text appeared on my screen.
I clicked it immediately looking for a distraction.
Beck:
Stop running in the middle of the goddamn night. It isn’t safe.
My brain took a few seconds to comprehend the message.
Excuse me?
That bastard.
“Excuse me, I have to take this.” I gestured to my phone because damn if that little text from Beck didn’t send a jolt of dopamine straight through my body. “Have a good rest of your night.”
I ignored the look of confusion that swept over Carter’s face and started heading to my office as I reread the text.
Beck:
Stop running in the middle of the goddamn night. It isn’t safe.
How does he know I run at night?
Beck
You set off my motion detector at 1 am last night and at 3 am the night before.
I frowned, fingers itching to respond.
Luna
I’m not sure that’s any of your business.
Beck
You’re interrupting my sleep, which makes it my business.
I gasped at his audacity.
Luna
YOUR business? I’m sorry, but my running habits are exempt from your business.
Beck
You're my neighbor, which means you're my business.
I scoffed, head shaking as my fingers flew across the screen.
Luna