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Trevor waved a hand dismissively. If he saw anybody in his first week being back some place they had better be high on his list or he certainly wouldn't look as pleased as Gretchen did. "Things changes Watkins, you'd be surprised. Or you might not."
He nodded knowingly at her explanation, he knew too well that suffocating feeling of impending exposure. Not that he'd come too close but there had been the occasional scare. He eyed her again, considering whether to continue with his plans, redhead in tow, or abort altogether. "I'm worth missing," he said, jerking his head toward the alley as he made up his mind. "I'm handsome and fucking charming."