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She sees me first.
“Sloane!” she calls, waving like I’m returning from war.
I walk over slowly.
“Hi, Mom. Hi, Jade.”
“You made it!” she beams, hugging me quickly. “I thought you were going to bail.”
“I said I was coming.”
“I’ve got so many people for you to meet,” she says, eyes already scanning the crowd. “They’re all amazing.”
“Can I eat first?”
“You will eat in your husband’s house.”
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Try not to be so obvious.”
She loops her arm through mine and starts tugging me toward the game.
“Come on,” she says. “How are you at cornhole? There are some real hotties out there.”
“I’m not really sure I’m good at finding holes.”
“You don’t have to win. You just have to smile as you fail.”
“That’s very inspirational, Mom.”
“You couldn’t wear anything shorter?”
I bite back a reply and glance toward the board.
And freeze.
One of the men playing is Hunter, Knox’s friend, the one who jilted Delilah at the altar.
But it’s the other man that stops my breath.
Black shirt. Tattoos slightly visible. Eyes locked on mine before I even register his presence.
Knox.
CHAPITR ONE We All Mand To Talk
We All Need To Talk
We All Need To Talk
*** wwKNOX-*
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I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.
I hate crowds. Hate the way strangers talk like they know you. Hate the endless shiling The pointless conversations. The artificial pleasantries.
But more than all that, I hate the thought of sitting at my club while some overly polished, pastel shirted pretty boy slides into Sloane’s life
So here I am.
At a damn backyard barbecue hosted by Jade-my club’s manager and also the stepfather to the only woman I can’t seem to stay away from.
He invited the entire city, it seems. Maybe the next state too. There’s music playing from portable speakers Tables lined with drinks and food. Laughter from corners of the yard. Faces I see every day, and some I’m not familiar with, all pretending to be nice and decent folks. I barely recognize some of my employees with those buttoned-up t-shirts, basebal caps, and dad jeans.
And of all the poor pairings that could’ve happened today, I got stuck on a cornhole team with Hunter.
He’s still pissed at me. Still bitter.
He hasn’t said more than five words to me since we were handed the beanbags. The only thing he managed was a tight, ” s weird you’re here. What did Jade do to pull that off?”
I didn’t answer. Just started throwing.
And now, we’re on round two.
He misses again. Poor form. Wrist too tight, aim completely off.
The beanbag thunks off the board and hits the grass.
His mouth twitches like he’s about to curse, but then he says, “Isn’t that Sloane?”
I know it’s her before I look.
I felt her.
The moment she stepped into the backyard, something in me locked in place. My body’s compass realigned. The air went still.
And when I glance up-
Yeah.
She’s heading toward us beside Margot, Jade’s wife, her mother, like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
At that moment, she raises her head, and her jaw slacks, shoulders tense, and eyes widen and lock on me like I’d crawled out of her worst nightmare.
“Yes,” I say simply. “That’s Sloane.”
Hunter squints. “She knows Jade’s wife?”
“That’s her mother. She’s Jade’s stepdaughter.”
“Wait… is she the girl we’re supposed to pretend to flirt with today?”
“Don’t even think about it, Hunter.”
Sloane’s mom has her on full display-parading her around, forcing smiles, introducing her like she’s a prize goat at a county fair. When someone suggests she join the next cornhole game, she declines with a shake of her head and a tight laugh. I don’t blame her-it’s a ridiculous game. But the way her gaze avoids mine and how quickly she runs to the opposite end of the yard tells me her refusal isn’t about the game at all. It’s about me. Most of the men here are mine. One of them, Creed, is getting a little too handsy at the dart section, guiding her into a dart stance with his palm hovering at the small of her back.
I taste iron.
My hands clench.
Successfully unlocked!
Sloane steps out of Creed’s touch politely, glancing over at me like she knows she’s in trouble. Her eyes say, I can explain.
I don’t want her explanations.
I want her away from all these people
There’s clapping how Apparently the round’s over I look down sed resize(Raven’t moved in thirty seconds
“We won,” Hunter says.
“Yeah
“You seem distracted”
“My girlfriend is in the middle of a circle of men who are checking out her ass. It’s distracting”
“You and Sloane are dating now?”
“Uh-huh
“So why is Jade setting her up?”
I exhale slowly. “He doesn’t know. This is all Finris doing. He wants his pound of flesh for Sloane dumping him. He’s doing everything he can to push my buttons, and he’s succeeding
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