CHAPTER TWENTY
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Kates cast a worried look to me when we were in the backseat of another black car. Roane always sent the same car for my transportation. I’d grown accustomed to them by now, but I wasn’t used to my childhood mate being the one worried about me. It was usually the other way around.
“What?”
“Are you okay?” She reached for my hand resting in the middle of the seat between us and hooked her pinkie finger around mine.
I took a deep breath. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’re different.”
She should’ve noticed the night before. I’d been different since I got back, but I kept my mouth shut and shrugged instead. “I just want to be with Roane.”
My answer appeased her and she patted my hand. “I’m sure he’ll find time to sneak in a quickie. He’ll be calling for you by the end of th
