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Rose motioned with her head, and her eyes pleaded as she prayed Candace would have the sense to take Ben far away. “I'll call you," Ben said as he and Candace walked away. Vincent flinched in an effort to get away from Rose. “Stop it, Vincent. Please." His eyes were finally on Rose, and they were furious. “He'll call you?" “Do you want me to go after the asshole?" Lorenzo asked. “No!" Rose turned to him. “He doesn't even have my number!" She turned back to Vincent who still looked enraged. “I haven't seen him since last year before summer." She soothed her hand on his chest, feeling how hard his heart thumped. He wasn't kidding when he'd told her his temper could go from zero to sixty if provoked. Not that Ben had actually provoked him, but that last jab about calling her was stupid.