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Beckett to my friends was part of the contract, but the

ckett was on the couch, watching game footage

rbud out and loo

ts to see me too," I added, hoping the menti

Send me the address." He put the earbud back

ceptance wa

restaurant in Lincoln Park called La Scarola. Kristin

re glowing. Love is treating

. "So where is he? The mystery

ined. The truth was, Beckett had texted that the team had a

rgy, playing with a smal

me with questions about Beckett. I repeat

voice laced with concern. Her own husband was an

away from our table and came to a stop right

ooked like trouble. He was laughing loudly with his friend

r. "Excuse me, si

the toy car further away. "Watch where you're going,

face flushed with anger. "Sir, I need you

widened. His eyes raked over me, making my skin crawl. "Apologize? Sure. H

atory. I instinct

ssica's distant cousin. I'd met him once at a family pa

?" I b

that banker your sister-in-law set you up with? Now you're eating at a dump like this?

walking toward me, rea

ir. Kristina tried to step between us, bu

watching, but no

om her!" Kri

my wrist. I squeezed my eye

a sickening crack and a s

t like a vise. My eyes traveled up the arm to Beckett's face. He was standing in front