Since it made her too dizzy to look down, she didn't turn to glare at him. Instead, with a deep, fortifying breath, she braced herself and aimed her gaze up at the last few holds.

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ause of last night, we were much more observant than usually, keeping a watchful eye on her. I thought it odd that she didn't seem that uncomfortable being here, when even me and the guys tensed whenever a man stepped up to the bar—though she didn't. Instead, she smiled and got right on to mixing drinks. It was like she'd forgotten event yesterday or chose to ignore it. If it had been anyone else, they would've at the very least taken a day off. The question was, why didn't she? We all knew there was something more to the story than a simple break-in in her neighborhood, mostly because it had proven to be false, but we didn't know exactly what, or more specifically who the added security was for, and not knowing was pissing me off. I was...protective of her, and the whole not knowing what to protect her from was messing with my head.1A guy stepped up to the bar while Emma was reaching for a bottle on a shelf and something in me reacted instantly. My muscles coiled and I was ready to jump up from the seat in a fucking flash if it was needed. And yet, I didn't need to, because the guy simply walked away and quickly disappeared into the crowd.6My mind was playing tricks on me, seeing threats where there weren't any, all because my head was so intricately obsessed with my baby that I couldn't stand anything happening to her.5Emma turned back around and mixed the drink in front of her current customer before serving it to the woman.Fuck, our girl was pretty. It was like the air was knocked from my lungs whenever I set my eyes on her. Her smooth skin that felt soft against my rough one; hair perfect to grip in my fist; a smile that even at half volume made my own lips want to tug at the corners. I usually hated pretty things. All my life I'd found satisfaction in breaking the pretty because the ugly spoke the truth. Until Emma. Emma made me realize that not everything needed to be ugly to be genuine.13Sometimes beauty wasn't a mask to hide the ugliness.Sometimes...beauty could be beautiful without it being dishonest.4Another man was at the bar trying to get Emma's attention, waving what looked to be a slip of paper in his hands. The guy better not be trying to hit on our girl. If the note contained his phone number he better believe I wouldn't hesitate to kick him out, no matter how irrational that was.1She noticed him after a short while and leaned slightly over the bar so she could presumably hear what he had to say. The guy pointed at the bar top, as if he was explaining something and handed her the note.1Emma accepted the piece of paper and looked over at it. My eyes narrowed as I observed the way her hand began to shake, rattling the paper just enough to be noticeable from our position. There was a stillness to her that I didn't like, and when her face paled as she looked up sharply, searching the club with terrified eyes, I was already up from my seat and hurried to her side. The guys were right behind me.4Call us overprotective, but after yesterday we didn't take any damn chances.I didn't register that the crowd parted for us as they instinctually stepped away; I was all too focused on getting to Emma. The scared look on her face was like a beacon to me, urging me to take care of her.3Customers shouted orders at her, but it was like she couldn't even hear them; her eyes still frantically searching the nightclub as if she was looking for someone."What's going on?" Callan asked Emma when we got to the bar, forcing the patrons to get lost. Rather than waiting for her answer, I snatched her paper from her stiff hand, and quickly turned it around to see what was on it.

feel Callan's eyes on me, taking in my position in his arms, but I didn't do anything to meet his gaze. I was done with hope and forgetting my predicament. It didn't help to forget, it only made things worse when I had to face the reality."You know, I came to the club to see you tonight," Callan confessed. "I wasn't going to talk to you or anything, I just missed you."4A soft, barely-there smile touched my lips. I wanted to tell him how much I missed them too, but I swallowed the words."Does that bother you?" he hesitantly asked, as if he was afraid of my answer.2"No, it doesn't bother me," I answered honestly."Good, because I'll probably visit the club again tomorrow, unless...do you want the day off tomorrow? You've been through a lot tonight, and I'm sure Gideon will give you paid leave. After all, this happened at his workplace, and it shouldn't have happened in the first place."He never stopped massaging my scalp, and a soft moan left me at the feeling of his fingers working through the tightness. "But nothing happened, you guys were there to stop it.""And thank God for that. I couldn't handle it if something happened to you. None of us could."1If you only knew how much I feel the same way about you guys, and the steps I've taken so I can make sure that nothing happened to you, I thought.I heard a drawer open and the clinking of what I guessed were the utensils a second before Callan nudged me gently. "Dinner is ready." The smell of pesto grew headier, and I opened my eyes to find Gideon holding a bowl with pasta and what looked to be shrimp in front of me.4With effort, I shifted into a better sitting position to be able to eat, and Gideon placed the dish on my lap. He then went to refill my glass which I'd placed on the nightstand before grabbing a pair of bottles for him and Callan, along with dinner for them both. He took the available seat on my right side, making the bed feel cramped but it was exactly how I wanted it.7The first bite of the dish should've been a delight to my tastebuds after having eaten food that had tasted like cardboard these past days, but it wasn't. It surprised me, how something that smelled so delicious tasted just like a piece of toasted bread with nothing on. From the looks on both Gideon's and Callan's faces, they didn't have the same issue, which meant I was the problem—or rather, my failing mentality was the cause of my problem. It was hard for me to enjoy food these days, and apparently it applied to Gideon's food as well. I forced myself to eat though, trying to sooth the ache in my empty belly.3None of us tried to make small talks, but the silence between us was anything but silent. There was some tension, sure, but most of all, there was a sense of togetherness and the only thing that was missing were Mateo to make us feel complete.2I was so done with this day. So done. Yet...I didn't want this night to end.

Read the passage and then answer the question:My client Justin sat in my office. I told him that he should lie low. The best way to help me win his upcoming trial was for him to stay out of trouble. "Don't worry," said Justin. "I'm just going to talk to Mr. Whitman. That's all." The next day, Justin came back with a black eye.Which sentence expresses an implicit detail in the passage?A.Justin came back with a black eye.B.The narrator has an office.C.The narrator told Justin to lie low.D.Justin got in a fight with Mr. Whitman.SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS