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" But I know your kind, and you’re the kind of trouble I can’t afford.”
Then Smooth, or whatever his name was, dropped his hand and stepped back, giving me one final look before turning for the door.
“So that’s it?” I pushed off the wall. “I don’t even get a name?”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “What do you need my name for?”
With a smirk playing on my lips, I decided to give him one last memory to think about. “So I know what to call out when I get myself off later.”
Surprise lit his face before the hunger settled in, and he dropped his head and chuckled. Then he started to push the door open, paused, and when he looked back my way, he said, “Grant. That’s the name you can use later. "
― Brooke Blaine , Danger Zone (The Elite, #1)