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Adrian shrugged again, waving away my concern. “If he’s not capable of taking care of himself after giving you so much crap about not being able to do that exact same thing, then that’s on him. Besides,” he continued with a careless tone of voice. “Tyler has done a lot of recon work for me in the past. He’ll be fine, he’ll just be a bit bitchy about it when I actually tell him about it tomorrow morning.”
I snorted, amused despite all my worries. “Just a bit?”
I felt more than saw him smirk as he spoke up again. “He’ll live.” Adrian stood up then, reaching out for my hand, I let him pull me up. Adrian pulled back, his gaze lingering on me. “It’s a little scary, but you’re tougher than you look, you’ll get through this,” he said quietly, as if reading my thoughts. “I hate to say
