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“Does this imply that I’m your girlfriend now?”
He smirks. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
He Knows Where I Live
Almost an hour later, I’m in Knox’s car, staring at the imposing building of his parents’ house.
I’m supposed to walk in and end what’s left of my friendship with Finn.”
But I don’t move.
Back at the hotel, I’d been so comfortable enjoying the back and forth between me and Knox. It had been easy to pretend the world didn’t exist when it was just us, tangled in bedsheets and breathless masifs-Knox, it seems, only needs a few minutes to regain his erection after blowing a load, which had been exhaustingly pleasurable.
But at some point, he announced that his chartered jet was leaving for New York in two hours.
And just like that, reality sank in. No more denial. No more playful distractions. The time had come.
I haven’t been able to say much since the beginning of the drive here. Not since he turned the key and started the engine. My mind’s been a mess of noise and silence, one crashing against the other until all I could do was stare out the window. I have to do this.
End things with Finn. He deserves that.
But my hand won’t reach for the door.
Knox drums his fingers against the steering wheel, the rhythmic tap pulling me back to the present. I can feel his gaze on me, but I don’t turn my head. I can’t. Not yet. I just keep staring at the house like it might open its mouth and swallow me whole.
“Any day now, Sloane,” he says, his voice low and teasing.
“I…” I begin, feeling the words getting stuck in my throat. “Finn won’t take this well.”
“I know. But a deal’s a deal. He got what he wanted. Hunter called off the wedding.”
I jerk my head toward him. “He did? When did you find out?”
He stares at me for a beat, like he’s deciding whether to say more. Then, “Just do what you have to, Bunny. I’ll explain better on the flight.”
“Bunny? Seriously?”
“Bunny’s an upgrade from Kitten, don’t you think?”
“A kitten grows into a cat, not a bunny.”
“So… you want me to call you Cat?”
I flip him off and push the door open. He’s smiling as I step out.
“That’s the fire I remember,” he says, just before I shut the door.
I take a deep breath and begin the slow walk to the front door, each step heavier than the last. The house looms before me, silent and still. I hesitate at the threshold, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Finally, I push it open and step inside. Everywhere’s quiet, and I’m thankful for that.
I make my way upstairs, passing my room and heading straight to Finn’s. I knock softly, then push the door open.
And freeze.
Delilah is curled against Finn’s chest, still in her wedding gown, mascara streaking down her cheeks like war paint. Her sobs are muffled, but her pain fills the room like smoke.
“He disgraced me, Finn,” she chokes out.
“I know, cupcake. Cry it out,” Finn says gently, brushing her hair back.
He glances up when he hears the door and meets my eyes. Doesn’t flinch. Just smiles-soft and guilty-and raises one finger like, give me a minute.
I stare at him. Just stare.
And suddenly, I don’t understand why I thought this would be hard.
God. Moments like this are everything.
The last nail in the coffin of years I spent chasing scraps ection giving, never receiving a damn thing that didn’t have wate
Successfully unlocked! of cleaning up his messes. Of giving, always Somewhere beneath it.
There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for Finn.
And it took him less than a heartbeat to pick her when his brother gave him the choice. “Congratulations, Finn,” I say, my voice even. “You got what you wanted.”
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COOTER 039: He Knows Where I Live
Delilah lifts her head, smearing tears over his shirt. Her eyes, rimmed in black, narrow on me.
“What is she doing here?” she asks. “She caused this. She told Hunter. I don’t want her here. Send her away!”
“It’s alright, babe,” Finn murmurs. “I got this.” He turns to me again, eyes almost pleading. “Just for a couple of minutes, Sloane.”
I nod once. “It’s fine. Goodbye, Finn.”
And then I close the door behind me.
The hallway blurs. I don’t even feel the tears at first. Not until one slips warm and slow down my cheek.
I wipe it away and keep moving. Back to my room. To my suitcase. To leaving.
I start pulling my clothes from the drawers and hangers, tossing them in without order. Every motion stings. Every folded shirt, every forgotten sock feels like a piece of me being peeled back.
I hate that I’m crying. But I also don’t stop.
Not until the bag is full, the room empty, and I’m standing in the middle of it all. I take one last look around before heading downstairs.
At the foot of the stairs, I see Victoria by the window, staring out. She turns as she hears me.
“Sloane, dear,” she says. “Are you leaving?”
“Yes.” I descend the last step. “I didn’t get a chance to say thank you for the hospitality. I’m really going to miss my stay here.”
“You’re always welcome,” she says coolly. “Is Finn not going with you?”
“I don’t think so. I’ve got work tomorrow. Mondays and all.”
“Right.” She tilts her chin toward the window. “Well, have a safe flight-although your choice in companionship is… questionable.”
I don’t need to follow her gaze to know she’s talking about Knox. Whatever history or tension exists between them, I’m not ready to untangle it-not now. Right now, the only thing I am ready for is to get out of here and go home.
I smile faintly. “Thanks again, Victoria.”
I head to the door, but the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs stops me. I look up to see Finn’s father descending, his face red with anger.
“Honey,” he says, not even glancing at me, heading straight for Victoria, “are you aware that Finn snuck that vile woman into this house?”
Victoria’s brows lift. “What vile woman?”
“That Delilah girl.”
“She’s here?”
“In his room.” He growls. “I’ve told that boy what I’d do if I ever saw her in my house. I’m going to set that bed on fire if he doesn’t get her out.”
He starts back up the stairs.
“Sweetheart,” Victoria calls, lifting the hem of her robe as she hurries after him. “Don’t do anything too hasty. Let me talk to him first.”
I hesitate, almost tempted to stay, to see the fallout.
But no. I have a flight to catch.
I step outside and walk toward Knox’s car. He rolls down the window as I approach.