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GARETH Fifteen minutes later, I’ve driven to his place. Maybe I should’ve told him not to show up with her. I punch in the code, narrowing my eyes. If he has the audacity to bring her, he can’t blame me for whatever fuckery my brain cooks up in retaliation. With a large sigh, I head to the kitchen for a drink and pause at the fridge. There are three packs of organic strawberries, and a large bowl of the cut fruit sits in the middle, neatly covered. He did this? Why the fuck would he? Whatever. I pull it out and nearly demolish the whole thing while obsessing over the clock. Five minutes left. Unless he’s still with her. Or, worse, went to her place. My jaw tightens, and I push the bowl away, my fingers brushing the Taser in my jacket. It’s a new one since the asshole confiscated my last one. And my knife. He’s ten fucking minutes late. I’m pacing now, my mind racing with options. If he went to her place, I might have to use the guards to try and locate her. But that’ll definitely get b