Chapter 7 Too Late

Wyatt POV

Rafe was pacing behind me like a pissed-off model in a cologne ad while I hacked into her SeekAnArrangement inbox.

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered for the ninth time.

“You shouldn’t be watching,” I shot back.

He didn’t stop watching. The new message blinked in.

*You are my ...

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