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could see his uber alpha male coming out.
    “Tell me,” Gabe ordered.
    “Gabe, my last favor is that you not ask a lot of questions.” Gabe wasn’t liking that one bit, but before he could respond, Shane said, “It’s not my story to tell.” Gabe snapped his mouth shut and then finally nodded.
    Shane knew he wasn’t getting away scot-free when Gabe asked, “What’s your relationship with her?”
    “There’s no relationship. I’m just helping her work through a few things. I’ll get her to a place where she can talk to Logan, but I need a little time.” Gabe looked like he wanted to argue the point but he didn’t.
    “Have her meet me at the gym tomorrow night at seven.” Shane was saved from having to say anything else because their food arrived. It was the first time he actually had to force Nell’s famous cherry pie down.
     
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    Savannah wrung her hands as she waited for the door to open. She knew this was a mistake – there was no way she would be able to go through with this. She would tell him what a bad idea this was and go. But when the door swung open and he smiled in greeting, she knew she was a big fat liar. He was wearing jeans and a gray T-shirt and his hair was damp, probably from showering.
    “Hey,” he said, swinging the door open to let her in.
    Walk away Savannah. Walk away. She told the voice in her head to shove it and entered the apartment. From the outside, his apartment actually looked more like a warehouse, but it had clearly been renovated into modern, spacious living units. It was an open floor plan with very contemporary fixtures and his décor was masculine but welcoming. The hardwood floor gleamed where the fading sunlight hit it through the floor to ceiling windows. There were actually windows on all three sides of his corner unit so he had a nearly 365 degree view of the city and the water. To her right was a narrow set of spiral stairs leading up to what looked like a bedroom loft. Beyond the stairs was a huge kitchen with cherry cabinets and stainless steel appliances. Directly in front of her was a spacious seating area with plush, oversized brown furniture and a flat screen TV in the corner.
    It was very warm and inviting, but what surprised her more than anything were the pictures. Dozens of them all over the bookshelves and side tables and hanging in various sized frames on the walls. They weren’t fancy pieces of art or professionally taken photos – they were pictures of his friends. Shane and Gabe at what looked like the finish line of a race, Gabe and Riley with huge smiles as they mugged for the camera, even a picture of her and Logan from when they were younger. Distracted, she moved closer to the table along the back of the sofa and picked up a picture of a young man she didn’t recognize. He was handsome with an effervescent smile – the mirror image of Shane’s smile on the few occasions she’d seem him truly let loose and be himself.
    “My brother, Michael,” he said from behind her. She remembered her brother telling her about Michael’s death when she was younger and her heart had broken for Shane.
    “How old was he in this?” she asked.
    “Eighteen – that’s his senior picture. Can I get you something to drink?”
    “Water please,” she said absent-mindedly as her nerves started to pick up again. He returned a moment later with the water and a beer for himself.
    She turned to face him and saw that he was holding the water out to her. He looked so young and so old at the same time. She wondered what had done that to him. As a girl, she hadn’t been attuned enough to recognize how life could beat you down so she couldn’t be sure if he had always been like this, alive but not living; in the present but not in the moment. He looked how she felt – broken and lost.
    Before she could second guess herself, she moved passed his outstretched arm, ignored the water and pulled his head down so she could seal her mouth over his. He was caught