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The anger boiling my blood cools a notch and I nod, reaching for Jake’s chef’s coat and wrapping it around her shoulders. I find the first-aid kit and pull out some sterile cleansing pads for her face. “Explain, please.”

“Colt said he was going to meet Grant for a drink, and he left.”

I frown. “Grant Watson? He’s in Cincinnati this weekend.”

“It was a lie, obviously.” She lifts her chin