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Garrick stared at me like he lost his eye balls.
"Draven….Your best friend. The man who has turned down women who looked like they were carved by hand, who once told a senator's daughter he was busy because he had an oil change scheduled — that man." I leaned forward.
"He carried her out of the rain today. Broke my nose when I said something about it. Told me to push your meeting. He's distracted, and Draven does not get distracted, and something about that woman is pulling at him and I don't like it."
Garrick was quiet for a moment. He looked at Grave.
Grave looked back at him with the expression of a man who absolutely had opinions and was choosing, for once, not to share them.
"What kind of Alpha are you," Grave said pleasantly, "if you're not paying attention to what's mov
