JARED'S POV
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The wind blows my hair in all directions as I hop out of the helicopter, irked and aggravated. I stride over to the edge as the rotor blades slow down before stopping. I slide my hand into my jacket pocket, taking out a tin box filled with cigarettes. I slip one out, resting it between my lips loosely as I light it up, inhaling a deep breath full of smoke as I stare out onto the city of Seattle, my jaw tight while I smoke. Mason joins me a second later, clearing his throat as he stands with his hands in his pockets, enjoying the view with me while silently judging me.
I can feel his judgment, but he wouldn't understand how terrified she sounded. "So where does she live?" he eventually asks, making stupid small talk to rid the air of the silence that hangs over our heads,
