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Still no Claudia

“Hey yourself,” Hunter said Was there a hint of sarcasm in his voice?

Colin squinted at me suspiciously over a bowl of oatmeal That was his daily routine: oatar Never with milk It was his way

“You uh, got anything to tell us?”

“Yeah,” I muttered “But coffee first”

I reached for the coffee pot I sao

“Fine,” I said “Claudia showed up here last night and—”

A pair of hands grabbed ainst the kitchen wall Hunter jammed his face forward, his nose an inch from mine

“We saw her leave,” he growled “She said she slept in your room!”

I knocked his hands away It was easy, even as strong as he was

“She did”

His expression was all anger Rage Jealousy

Jealousy?

“We talked about this!” he screareed ouldn’t hit on the pretty landlord, remember? Much less—”

“I didn’t!” I cried out “I swear!” I winced as I moved a hand up to rub at my very stiff neck “I slept on my own floor!”