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Once we got into Paxton’s rental car, he started it up and headed down the highway.
“I need some answers,” he demanded. “What are you doing in Arizona and why was Tyler Rushing coming after you? Does your brother know you’re out here?”
Leaning my head against the seat, I blew out an angry breath and closed my eyes. “No, he doesn’t know, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell him. Tyler, on the other hand, is a different story.” Paxton’s loyalties always leaned toward me, but he was still my brother’s friend. I had to tread carefully.
“A different story,” he scoffed, staring at my profile. “Please tell me you’re not f*****g him.” When I didn’t answer, he took my chin and made me face him. As a kid, I was never good at lying and he knew it. He could always see it in my eyes.
