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The apartment door clicked shut, sealing them in. you pinned Summer against him, breathing hard. “Jesus,” he muttered into her neck. “Your brother nearly gave me cardiac arrest.” Summer laughed, fingers tangling in his black hoodie. “Dean asked if you wanted beer. He wasn’t interrogating you.” “He looked like he was deciding where to bury me.” “That’s just his face.” you narrowed his eyes. “You have the same face. It’s terrifying.” She grinned. “Yet you keep sneaking in.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth. “You’re worth the risk.” His voice was low, rough. Everything about you Wilcox screamed bad idea—tattoos, scars, reputation. Briar U treated him like a cautionary tale. She should’ve wanted Hunter Davenport. Clean-cut. Dean-approved. Instead, you…