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  1. Something Like Hate
  2. Also By Claudia Burgoa
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Miller
  6. Claire
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  55. Epilogue
  56. Dear Reader
  57. Excerpts
  58. Finding My Reason
  59. Someday, Somehow
  60. Want More…
  61. Acknowledgments
  62. About the Author
  63. Also By Claudia Burgoa

But that’s in the past. There won't be any issues. I assured Shelby, and I keep telling myself the same thing every day since I decided to relocate to Denver.

It's over. I’ve moved on. Kind of...

What happened between us was just a crazy weekend and it ended long ago. I shouldn’t even say we had a thing. It was nothing. Really, I’m not worried. Everything will be okay.

Fine, I might be lying. I'm worried about what would happen if I see him because, honestly, a part of me has been planning his murder for a long time. Paying a hitman isn’t an option since I don’t want any witnesses. Getting rid of the body might be a lot of work.

The biggest issue with my plan is that killing another person is—technically—illegal.

Fortunately, I have a nice Plan B that might be as fulfilling as seeing him die. Which is why I’ll enjoy watching his company crumble from underneath me.

Maybe that's harsh, but it's what he deserves. I haven’t been able to have a relationship since him. It’s like my heart might be back together, but I just can’t get past the first or second date.

What I’m going to accomplish, in the next few years, is going to take a delicate balance of destroying the enemy while I don’t fuck up the biggest opportunity of my life.

Danielle: All done, your apartment is set up. Some of your boxes are already here. Your neighbor is HAF.

Claire: Haf?

Danielle: Hot as fuck. I call dibs. I’m heading home, call me if you need me.

Claire: The equipment will be here tomorrow at nine. I need you here at seven.

Danielle: Tea in hand, boss. 

Claire: You can have my neighbor as long as I can have Chris Hemsworth and Ryan Reynolds. 

Danielle: Sorry, they’re married.

Claire: Then my neighbor is off-limits. Let’s exchange notes about him tomorrow. Maybe we can watch him work out at the gym.  :wink emoji:

I walk through the floor one last time before I head home. This is perfect, let’s hope nothing goes wrong.

Twenty-Nine

Claire

My office is only a couple of blocks away from the apartment building where I’m going to live for the next year. After the lease is over, I’ll decide if I want to buy a property in the area or closer to my parents.

As I approach the place, I’m gaping at the view. I regret having my bags with me. The building is so beautiful. Glass, steel, and a modern aesthetic that copies the architecture of places like Singapore and Saudi Arabia. I can’t wait to see the view from my apartment. I bet the pictures on the website are nothing compared to the real thing.