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  1. Foreword
  2. Preface
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
  23. 21
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  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. About the Author
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by S.L Gray
  47. Off the Record
  48. Book 2 in Co-op Corrupted Duet

Cassie tilts her head. “I mean, it’s kind of a serial killer vibes order, but hey, you do you.”

I groan, grabbing my drink and heading for an open table before Cassie can say anything else embarrassing.

We settle into a corner table, the occasional hiss of steaming milk filling the space between conversations from other tables. I’m just about to take a sip of my drink, trying to mentally prepare for normal small talk, when Cassie leans forward, locking eyes with Carter like she’s about to conduct a goddamn investigation.

“So.”

Carter lifts a brow, not remotely fazed. “So?”

Cassie rests her elbows on the table, fingers laced together like a lawyer about to cross-examine a witness. Horror curls up my spine. I know that look. I shoot her a warning glance, yet she ignores me. “You and Haven have been talking for, what? A year?”

Carter nods, blowing on his coffee. “Just about.”

Cassie hums slowly, like she’s filing that information away for later. “And in all that time, you never thought to send her a picture of yourself?”

I groan. “Cass—”

Carter’s mouth quirks in amusement. “I figured she’d see me eventually, I’m not really the picture taking type.”

Cassie snorts. “Yeah, well, you had her shocked.”

I glare at her. “Literally nobody asked you.”

She waves me off, laser-focused on Carter. “I mean, come on. You have to know you’re hot.”

I choke on my drink. Carter just leans back in his chair, the picture of ease, like this is all very normal for him. He lifts his cup, taking a slow sip before tilting his head slightly in my direction. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

My soul leaves my body.

Cassie gasps dramatically, clutching her chest. “Oh my god, you flirt like that in person too?”

Carter just grins, completely unbothered by the fact that I am currently experiencing cardiac arrest. I force down my embarrassment, glaring at both of them. “I think,” I say pointedly, “that we should talk about literally anything else.”

Cassie laughs, but lets up, barely. Carter? He just sips his coffee, like he’s winning some game I didn’t even know we were playing.

6

Carter

Haven is even prettier in person. I should have expected it, but it still hits me sideways sitting across from her like this, watching the way she moves, how she tucks a loose strand of long brunette hair behind her ear, how her light hazel eyes light up when she talks, how she gestures with her hands when she gets excited about something.