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Arms crossed, back pressed to the wall, I wait.

The bastard’s taking his time. Every second that ticks by grates at my nerves, winding them tighter. When the suite door finally creaks open, Cade stumbles out like he’s got somewhere urgent to be — duffel bags slung over each shoulder, head down, avoiding the world.

He doesn’t see me right away. Fumbles with the door like it’s giving him a ha