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"He knew and didn’t say anything?" Colton questioned, sitting at the table "And let me makelike that froot it But he’s like a brother tohis eyes down to his watch No doubt his driver had already picked Emily up from work He needed to leave to make it across town on time tosure I do soon I’ll deal with him then"

"I see" Colton nodded "Besides, I’ with Dillon is on the top of your priority list" Colton rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles, a wicked shtly older and not as buff as you are, but if you want soo a few rounds with the prick"

Gavin hesitated a et out of here I’ Emily for lunch in forty-fiveto his feet "How co to toss the asshole around a little for what he did to her I know you better than you think What’s up?"

Sighing, Gavin stopped shy of the door and turned around "Eo after hiether and chuckled "Gavin, you’re dealing with a woman who also made you promise not to buy her a car because she thinks they’re unnecessary in Manhattan"

Gavin couldn’t help grinning "I know, right? Who gives a shit that it’s Manhattan She has no idea, but I already ordered her one"

"Exactly" Colton laughed and sat back down Features serious again, he tented his hands beneath his chin "Now go order up a side of kicking some Dillon ass What Emily doesn’t knoon’t hurt her" Colton paused, his stare unwavering fro on will kill you"

Colton stated those last three words with an air of sih the roo to stay true to his promise to Emily, no matter how badly he could taste Dillon’s blood, Gavin simply walked out of the office

Notraffic, midday traffic, or late afternoon rush hour, traffic in Manhattan blew Fucking Blew Gavin was starting to think E a car wasn’t so bad after all But try as heSure, he could easily have his driver cart him around in his limo like the rich prick soo of the sense of control he had behind the wheel He loved it Windows rolled up and stereo blaring, cluster-fuck of Manhattan traffic or not, it was one of the few stolen moments he had to hihts However, as Gavinthe streets, cal No Not even close His head was jarred His thoughts becah Chevelle’s "The Red" was bursting fro Gavin could hear was Colton’s words reverberating through his head

"But what you’re sitting on will kill you"

Sitting on it would kill Gavin This he knew He also knew if he stayed dorht was soister now, he feared he would come to resent Emily as the years dwindled on With the café he was supposed to ht, Gavin pictured her sitting at a table waiting for him Only a few hundred feet and he’d be there Another few minutes and he’d be able to keep his promise to her At least for today

"But what you’re sitting on will kill you"

"Kill you…