Page 207 of Playing Dirty

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Annoyingly, he was right.

The rooftop wind had picked up.

I pulled the hoodie on anyway.

“See?” he said. “Growth.”

“You’re very committed to commentary.”

“It’s a gift.”

I laughed slightly despite myself.

And that was dangerous.

Not because of Luca.

Because I knew who was watching.

That awareness hadn’t disappeared once tonight.

Not for a second.

Luca leaned back against the couch.

“You know he looks miserable, right?”

That made me freeze slightly.

Not visibly.

Internally.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Sure.”

I looked over finally.

Mason was near the railing still.

Drink in hand.

Expression unreadable from here.

But something about him looked… tighter than usual.

Like control was becoming effort.

That thought stayed with me longer than it should’ve.

LUCA

Okay.

Yeah.

This definitely wasn’t casual.

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