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Ruby POV After we got into the car, Cassy and Scarlett turned to me. "Was it him?" Cassy demanded and I nodded. "Yep. I don't know how he got my number again. I'll have to change it. I'm so sick of changing numbers, Cass." I sighed as she held me tightly. "I know you are but it's the best way for him to leave you alone." Cassy replied and Scarlett nodded. Don and Foxy looked confused but didn't ask anything.

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

We all agreed. "Ok. Layla, do you know how to rack and break?" Vander asked and I caught Leo smirk while Layla rolled her eyes. "Sure, thanks" She said and she set the table up and broke. She sunk two striped balls. I looked at Leo and he smirked again. Layla called and sunk three more stiped balls in rapid succession. She looked at me and smiled. "13 in the corner pocket" She called and made a shot that I don't think Van or I could make.

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And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

I finish the spell before falling into a peaceful night of sleep. The next morning I hear knocking at the front door looking at my phone for the time "9:00 am...... Shit !" I said jumping up from my bed putting on my shorts before running down the stairs to the door. Opening the door to see a man that's looking to be mids 50's and 6'0 ft tall with salt and pepper hair cut short " Hi I'm John your uncle Benny call me yesterday about an electric problem " he said, after showing him where the fuse box as I ran upstairs to shower and change to meet my aunt at a coffee shop in the town center. Changing into a white shirt, faded jeans, and worn-out chucks Taylors I

Luke replied nodding his head to me while I concentrated on my empty plate afraid to look up. "Oh, the Kidjo girl Mark can't stop talking about?" He asked as I snapped my head up to meet his sky blue eyes on me. My face heated up as I took his look in. He was wearing a button-up shirt and his black hair was styled in a messy way which made him look hot. "Wait", I heard myself saying "you know Mark? " I asked confused He chuckled in that deep baritone voice. "Yes I do" he replied as his eyes held a glint. "He's the star quarterback of the baseball team and I'm team captain", he said while leaning forward on the table.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."