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LUCAS’ POV.
I had not been on the road for long when Tray, my beta called me. I snapped out of my thoughts of the mysterious woman, and cleared my throat.
“Lucas. Where are you right now?” He asked, immediately I picked the call.
“What? You’re not going to let Lucas rest, even a few hours after he flew into Los Angeles?” I asked, and he gave a little chuckle.
“You know, things like this always happen whenever you’re around. When you were in Paris, this didn’t happen. It’s happening only a few hours after you made your way back home. I’m sorry about that, but it’s important.” He said, although his voice didn’t sound apologetic. If anything, he seemed happy to be burdening me with work.
Tray and I had been best friends since middle school, and we were known to be troublemakers. Altho
