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“Well, I’m glad Primo has you to watch his back.” I smiled even though I completely muffed my shot. “You have a funny way of showing it—trying to get me killed playing pool with you.” “Please, drama queen. Just play the game.” He glared at me wryly, then sank the game-winning eight ball without ever taking his eyes from mine. *** It was remarkably quiet in the house at night when everyone was gone. I wouldn’t have thought there would be much difference, but once Alma left and Santino retired to his room, the Spanish-style mansion felt empty. I called it a night early and retreated to Primo’s room, where his comforting scent still lingered in the air. On the nightstand closest to the door, I found my phone plugged in and waiting for me. I wasn’t sure when he’d had the chance to set it out b
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