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Chapter Three

Blaine

I pushed through the door to the juice café on the outskirts of the Oly hot Hotter than fuck Jiym, but he couldn’t distract otten an update

I stopped two feet short of the counter when I looked up My eyes locked on those crystal baby blues of hers and my chest seized Ava

What the fuck was she doing here?

I thought she irla drink, ere the only two in this place There was nowhere to hide I thought about turning around and walking back out the door It hat I should have done

She pressed her pouty lips together Shit, she was beautiful Everything in me tensed

“Hi,” she greeted me quietly

“Didn’t know you would be here”

“At the Olympics or in this bar?” she smarted off

I folded my arms “Don’t tell me you’re pissed, sweetheart”

“Me? Why would I be?”

“No r

eason”