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“You think she’s going to go back to him? He left her at a party to fend for herself.”

“I hope she doesn’t.”

“But you think she will.” Lina glared at him. “Why would you think that?”

He sighed. “Because that’s what she does. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but—”

“You don’t know that. Just because she has in the past doesn’t mean she will this time. He left her in front of all his friends. Do you know how humiliating that was? What if—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, taking her hands in his. “I’m not the enemy. I’m being honest. Don’t take this out on me.”

“I’m not,” Lina said, stepping back from him and pulling her hands free, “but you shouldn’t act like you know.”

A hard knock on the door preceded Logan’s voice. “Dad?”

“Come in.”

“Julian’s here,” Logan said, his breathing elevated. “Aunt Shiloh doesn’t want me to let him in. What should I say to him?”

“I’ll take care of it.” Phil shrugged into his shirt as he walked past Logan and out the door. “Stay upstairs,” he said to Logan, who was on his heels. “And tell your sisters the same. This has nothing to do with you.”

“I just want to go to the pool.”

“Your room, Logan. And don’t argue with me,” Phil said shortly.

Moments later he was pulling the front door open. “What?”

Julian took a step back as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, clearly intimidated by the anger emanating from the six-foot-three man before him. “Is Shiloh in there?”

Phil stepped out onto the porch, turning back when Lina began to follow him. “Stay inside,” he said, his face stern.

“What are—”

“Lina,” he warned.

“Okay.” She went back into the house, but left the door partially open and felt Shiloh come up behind her.

“Get off my property,” Phil said after turning back to Julian.

“I don’t have an issue with you,” Julian said, shuffling backwards a few more paces. “I just want to know if my wife is in there.”

“When you leave your wife on her own in the middle of the night, you lose the right to ask about her.”

“With all due respect, this isn’t your business, Phil. I just want to talk to Shiloh.”

“When she called me at one a.m. it became my business. Now get off my property. I’m not telling you again.”

“Wait!” Shiloh cried.

“Shi, don’t.” Lina gripped her hand when she began to push past her. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“I’m just going to talk to him.” Shiloh freed herself from Lina and flew out the door.

“Shiloh,” Lina called out, watching helplessly as her sister went to Julian.

“Come on.” Phil slipped his arm around Lina’s shoulders.

Lina covered her eyes as he led her through the foyer. “She’s going back with him, isn’t she?”

“I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arms around her.

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