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Inside, a clock flashes on aelectronics, but it’s not enough Not nearly enough "Turn on a light"

With a flick, he does and I find -roo those curious blue eyes on me, Oz shoves his keys in his front pocket "You’re weird"

A bitter sun and a knife and I’m the weird one?"

"Yeah That sums it up" He shuts the door behind hiun?"

"I sahen I went to shut myearlier Tucked near the small of your back Sound fa," he says "You have an overactive i on in that pretty little head"

"I don’t have an overactive iination"

"Funeral home You Olivia Zombie attack Sound familiar?" he mocks

"So if I looked under your shirt ould I find?"

Oz steps toward me and lifts the front of his shirt Sweet holorious abs "Is this what you were looking for?"

Myimmediately is a problem A quick s helps, but Oz drops his shirt as he strides into the kitchen

"Lift up the back of your shirt"

"Not a good idea" Oz rifles through the fridge "If I take off my shirt, you’ll want to take off your shirt, and then the two of us will be distracted and end up in a bed"

My heart beats, falters, then picks up again at a rapid pace "You’re avoiding the question, which is the saun on me"

"Don’t take a lie detector test You’d fail It exposes those integrity issues we’ve been discussing Have you found a lawyer yet? It’s probably nice to have those things taken care of before you go to jail"

He barks a short laugh "I don’t do illegal shit and if I did, the club has a lawyer"

"Of course you don’t and of course they do"

"Don’t cos you don’t understand You’re safe, aren’t you?" His eyes meet mine and I shiver with the unspoken threat that Dad claims doesn’t exist