![]() ![]() Zane wasn’t a bully, but-just on principle-he’d beat Trey senseless if he caught him stalking him. ![]() Thankfully, the surprised neighbor didn’t say anything. ![]() Trey nodded as if everything were normal. Martin’s head jerked up as he dashed past in his half crouch, startled from the engrossing task of watering his boxwoods in his robe and slippers. If Zane intended to throw himself off a bridge, Trey was going to stop him. Still reluctant to call out, Trey sprinted as stealthily as he could after him. Because he was no champion athlete, the landing stung.īy the time he’d rounded the house’s corner, Zane had reached the end of their cul-de-sac. His eyes were a blue so bright it was electric.ĭespite suspecting it was a bad idea, Trey swung out of his bedroom window, hung by his hands, and dropped the remaining distance onto the lawn. It made Zane’s expression seem even more set and grim. The cheek Zane’s father hit was bruising. As he went, a circle of streetlight lit up his chiseled face. Probably he wanted to walk his upset off. He was out of the house in seconds, striding down their front walk on jerky legs. ![]()
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