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It was tense, to say the least, so him being considerate was doing things to me that it really shouldn’t have. He was a freaking player, so I had to keep my head on straight. Jess nudged me in the side. “He got yours.” “You know he can hear you, right?” She’s a supernatural and should know that shifters have amazing hearing. “You know I don’t care, right?” She elbowed me again and snickered. “Just sayin’ he didn’t get mine.” I gave her my best death glare, but she only dissolved into giggles. “Blonde nonfat vanilla latte for Raven.” The barista placed the drink on the table and went back to work. “What the hell is that?” Cole advanced slowly toward the cup. “When you ordered it, I thought you were talking about Jess.” “Why in the hell would I be ordering for Jess?” Rage rubbed a han
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