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Twice.

Three times.

No one said a word.

It kept ringing, until it finally went to voicemail.

I hit the button to end the call.

"Damn," Bloom sighed.

"I downloaded what I need to be able to track the call next time," the woman who had handed me my phone explained. "Just text the number I added to your contacts if you get another call. It’s labeled Tech Team."

I nodded.

"Try one more time," Maverick instructed.

I called again.

She didn't answer, again.

"Neve wouldn't have called just to check in," Bloom said. "What do you think she wanted?"

"I don't—" I started, but before I could finish, Rhone grabbed me by the waist, threw me over his shoulder, and strode out of the room.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

harper

"Didn't we already do this?"I drawled, as Rhone reached the stairwell. "Why not go with the elevator? Are you trying to stay in shape or something? You don't need any help in that department. Your ass is an eleven out of ten."

"The elevators have other people in them. Othermenin them. And for the record," Rhone growled, "Ididabduct you. You told me you needed time to think. If I had known you weren't going to stay in your apartment, I wouldn't have played along. I don't appreciate you publicly implying that I'm not interested in you."

"You aren't interested in me. Why would I imply otherwise?"

"Of course I'm fucking interested in you. I don't know how you could've come to any other conclusion."

"You said you were going to mate with me so I could be stable for Maverick and Bloom," I shot back.

"I was trying to put you at ease," he snarled, his fingers digging into the backs of my thighs as he took the stairs two at a time. "I'm well aware that you don't like me, Harper."

"My dislike has obviously shifted. I couldn't have spent two weeks fucking you if I didn't like you. The last guy I slept with who I didn't like literally killed me."

His fingers dug in a little deeper. "Don't talk about fucking Velour, or Iwilllose the shred of sanity I still possess."

"It's a very small shred. The only small part of you, though."

His grip relaxed a little. Just a tiny bit. "You'd know best."

"I'm the expert."

"Are you?"

"Yeah. I'm yourmate, remember?"

His chest rumbled. I wasn't sure if it was a good rumble or a bad one. "I sure as fuck haven't forgotten. I can feel you in my mind constantly. There's a bridge. Does your head still ache?"

"No. When the pain stopped, it didn't come back. I don't feel a connection, though."