He’d never, never, risked discovery like that. He’d forgotten where he was, what-and who-was around him. Though more than two weeks had passed since their kiss, they hadn’t touched again. Gabby was in the process of settling behind the wheel of her car. “I can.” Sean’s gaze could cut through shadows as easily as a knife through butter. Rowan had lain in the backseat the entire drive. For the first time, Sean’s friend had accompanied him to “keep you from doing something you’ll regret.” Not that Gabby had known. “Freaks me out every damn time you do that,” Rowan said as he crawled into the front passenger seat. As if they’d merely been waiting for the invitation, they danced toward him, flattening against his car, shielding it-and thereby him-from prying eyes. No one but him probably noticed, but the plumes of darkness branching in every direction were writhing and groaning, desperate to avoid the light of the moon and street lamps. “The tattoos around his eyes burned as he scanned the surrounding area.
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