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small diamond stud in her belly button. Paris’s legs were thin and toned, and her face was angular but very pretty.
    She seemed, quite frankly, out of Trey’s league by a long distance.
    “Hi, I’m Caelyn,” Caelyn said, moving towards Paris and shaking hands too.
    Paris smiled, but then turned quickly to Elijah again. “So, you’re the famous Elijah that Trey’s always telling stories about.” She batted her eyelashes at him.
    “I hope he’s not telling too many,” Elijah said.
    “He’s told me enough,” Paris said, smiling flirtatiously.
    Caelyn was acutely aware of Elijah in his jeans and t-shirt, and just how incredibly sexy he looked, his biceps bulging, the curves of his chest and shoulders so apparent. And his light beard with slightly mussed hairdo only made him appear hotter and sexier, like a Calvin Klein ad.
    “And what about you?” Caelyn asked Paris.
    “What about me?” Paris said, hardly taking her eyes off Elijah.
    “What kinds of stories would Trey tell us about you?” Caelyn asked, aware that she sounded a bit rude and condescending.
    “Oh, I’d probably need a few drinks before we go there,” Paris said. “And so would you.”
    “I bet.”
    Elijah shot Caelyn a look that told her to calm down, but she was too annoyed.
    She almost felt angry with him for being so attractive and magnetic. Couldn’t he have at least covered up his body a little better? Didn’t he know the affect he had on women?
    Trey broke the tension when he brought over the plate of grilled cheese sandwiches stacked one atop the other and set them on the table.
    There was only one plate, so everyone just grabbed a sandwich and ate, and the crumbs fell where they fell.
    “Thanks, Trey,” Elijah said. “This is the best grilled cheese I ever had.”
    “My secret’s lots of butter, white bread, and then only one slice of Swiss cheese,”
    Trey said.
    Paris sighed. “It’s a lot less impressive the hundredth time you’ve eaten it.”
    “Maybe if you could make anything besides a bowl of cereal, we’d have a wider variety of meals around here,” Trey replied.
    That quieted things down, and everyone just stood there in the claustrophobic kitchen and ate silently for a bit.
    There was a buzzing sound that Caelyn didn’t even recognize for a moment.
    Then she realized it was coming from her purse, which she hadn’t felt comfortable leaving out of her sight since arriving at Trey’s house.
    Now she realized her cell phone was ringing. “Shit,” she said, reaching into her purse and pulling it out.
    Everyone was staring at her, but Trey’s eyes were huge. “You still have your phone?” he said, his voice sounding strained.
    “Yeah. I mean, I had it turned off for a while to save the battery—“
    Suddenly, Trey reached out and snatched her cell phone from her hand and then threw it on the floor, where it smashed into dozens of pieces. Trey bent down and grabbed the biggest remaining pieces off the floor.
    Elijah had jumped to his feet. “Hey, what the fuck’s your problem, man?”
    Trey straightened up and glared at him. “What’s my problem? What’s your problem?” he said, showing Elijah the pieces. “You know every cell phone has a GPS in it, and the cops can see exactly where you are. They can tell everything, you don’t even need to make a call for them to trace your location.”
    Elijah licked his lips. His jaw flexed as he stared directly back at Trey. “You didn’t need to grab the phone from her like that. Next time you want to touch Caelyn, you better count your fucking teeth first.”
    “I didn’t touch her. I touched her phone. We might still be completely screwed,”
    Trey said, turning away from Elijah. “Depends whether or not the cops have gotten as far as tracking her phone or not. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He started out of the kitchen.
    “Where are you going?” Paris said.
    “I’m going to throw this shit in the wood stove.” He left the room.
    Caelyn