Chapter Seventy Five

GAVIN

I was standing here, smiling, nodding, pretending to listen to Collin Ford talk.

But my mind wasn’t here. It was all over the place.

Scattered, restless, burning quietly beneath my skin.

A greater part of it? Locked on him.

Gavin Pierce.

I’d been trying so hard not to look at him. Not to glance across the room. But my eyes kept betraying me.

This was probably what withdrawal feels like.

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