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Don’t let hland

I let him overhear comms

Thatcher responds quickly to Farroith a siative”

I ?” He swirls around his cereal but looks at me

“Thatcher is the SFO lead,” I remind him as I reach in the pockets of my sweatpants for my cell Not there I scan the kitchen “So he should knohere every bodyguard is at We’re supposed to report if weno one is at the lake house”

“But Farrow thinks someone’s there?” Jack asks after another spoonful of cereal

“Bingo” I’ for my phone

“By the toaster,” Jack points out with the tilt of his chin

I eye hi ses across my mouth in return, but I remind myself not to play the part of fool and fall into his allure

“Is Ripley with them?” Jack wonders

I grab ht the baby” I approach the bar counter that separates his body fro his features: squared jawline, dark thick brows and glittering eyes—and that s s the same to me

He does this to everyone

Does he check out everyone?

It’s the only thing that makes sense

Jack asks, “What do you think about Farrow being Ripley’s guardian? The baby is six-ht?” He eats more cereal

“Look at you, going all ‘producer’ on ly hunt for his video ca over

His eyes are glued to

“Your baby has to be somewhere” I lean over the counter and peer around Jack’s body My biceps flex, and I see his honey-brown eyes trace the carve of azes crash together, and he intakes a more confident breath

If only he wasn’t straight