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Chapters (73)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
  4. ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. EPILOGUE TWO
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“I will.” I waltz out of his office and past his front office staff. What I’d give to have a door to slam, but all that’s in this fucking place is the spring hinges.

Run away like you always do when shit gets tough.

I will, Nathaniel. Just taking an old page out of the Gizmodo family playbook.

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

Hendrix

“You’ll figure it out. I have faith that you will.” Paul’s voice is in my ear causing goosebumps—not the good kind—to chase over my skin. My hands fist on my design folder as I shift on my feet and look around the line ahead of me in the coffee shop.

“Easy for you to say. I’m not supposed to be figuring anything out. I’m supposed to be baking my ass off.”

“Then go do it. Why are you on the phone talking to me?”

Paul’s lucky he’s not standing in front of me or else it might be a tough task for anyone to remove my fingers from where they’d be wrapped around his throat.

“Because being an adult means you sometimes have to do things you don’t want to. For me? That’s talking to you and your—”

“The point of this call is . . . what? That you miss me? That you want to reconcile?” His chuckle is pure condescension. “I’m sorry, babe—”

“No. It’s that you drained the accounts. That you—”

“Guess you should be a little wiser with who you trust, huh? Your money issues aren’t my problem anymore, Hendrix. Really.”

“Well, if you hadn’t been so busy sticking your dick in your mistress and fucking me over, then I wouldn’t be having any problems now, would I?”

With my blood boiling, I end the call with fervor and look up. The man in front of me is coughing into his hand. The woman in front of him is peering back at me with huge eyes. And the man sitting a few tables over, a hoodie up and sunglasses on despite being inside, is grinning without shame.

Shit. I just said that out loud, didn’t I?

I put my head down and grimace, but then I figure I didn’t do shit wrong—have no shame other than telling the truth.

The line moves forward and as I do, I have the unmistakable feeling of someone staring at me. I glance up and meet the palest blue eyes. Hoodie guy took his sunglasses off and whoa, those eyes pack quite a punch. Not just the light color and how they’re framed with an abundance of dark lashes, but the curiosity with which they regard me.

I avert my eyes quickly, grateful when the line moves and I place my order. “Is Josie here?” I ask about the owner to the newly hired clerk behind the counter after I pay.