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I was Counting on That

Enzo

She took off barefoot, laughing like a maniacal little gremlin with zip-tied wrists.

Wild. Reckless. Beautiful.

Enzo didn’t move right away.

Didn’t need to.

He just watched.

Watched her bolt down the hall in nothing but those oversized pants hanging dangerously low on her hips—hips he’d had...