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Shiloh bought a can beer after taking Cyan home and picked up his phone. He still sent no reply. Archer’s message remained there. I can explain. Shiloh stared at it again, his thumb hovering over the screen. For a moment, he almost replied—but then he locked his phone once more and tossed it onto the passenger seat. Meanwhile, miles away, Archer sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. No reply. He checked the message again hoping Shiloh's replied, but still nothing. Archer clicked his tongue and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "Seriously?" Shiloh was the type to ignore him, but he replies to his messages, mostly hour late but he replies and that alone made Archer more restless than he wanted to admit. He stood up and paced around the room, glancing at his ph
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