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“I knew I’d find you here!” Mya exclaimed as she burst through the door that Rat was installing. Rat slipped to the side to avoid collision.
Remy was right, Rat truly lived up to his name. Not only did he have the characteristics of a twitchy rodent from the alley, but I instinctively knew this was a man who had unsavory skills.
Rat watched the blonde beauty as if she was a scrumptious cheese wedge. She charged into the living room like a category-five hurricane.
“Do you know how many times I tried to call you?” she demanded, not waiting for an answer. “Six! I called you six times and you never even sent a simple text!”
“I’m lying low,” I explained. In reality, I was ignoring her calls on purpose . . . again. I’m a horrible friend. However, I knew David wouldn’t want Mya involved i
