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Tristan looked at me with a strange expression on his face. Beside him, Heath’s posture stiffened.
My stomach twisted. What was going on? I had the sudden, unmistakable sense that I wasn’t welcome.
"It’ll be quick," I added, pushing aside the bubble of unease and forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.
Tristan set his bottle down on the picnic table and began to stand, but Heath caught his shoulder and shoved him back into his seat.
"Now is not a good time, Knox."
A muscle jumped in Tristan’s jaw before his expression smoothed over. "Why not?"
"We have that… ah… thing," Heath stammered, looking uncomfortable as hell.
Tristan rolled his shoulder, shaking off Heath’s hand. He stood all the way this time, pinning his friend with a sharp look.
"My schedule’s open. If y
