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Alexander’s PoV

"How long do you think Pablo will be?" Mitch asked, lifting his drink for another slow sip.

I checked the time. The screen's brightness stabbed my eyes, they'd already adjusted to the low, smoky light of the room. "It's just after six. He said he'd grab him at five. They'll be here soon."

No new messages.

I tapped my screen again, double-checking. Nothing from Lily.

I've had my phone in hand all day, like some lovesick idiot. Like if I blink, I might miss her.

Baby

Sent - 6:00 PM

Are you at home?

You've been really quiet, baby.

God, I hate how...