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And I do. But then I pull back. “How about… if I say one of my problems out loud, and you distract yourself by solving it?” He frowns. “What problem is that?” I take a breath “So you see… when your brother took me to a sex shop and told me he owns a sexclub…

I grind my molars. “I’m just saying,” I press, “destroying a wedding might be easy to visualize, but when it comes to actually doing it, it’s not as easy as you think. First of all, what could you possibly say that would make Hunter cancel the wedding? Because Delilah wouldn’t.” He stops pacing. “Simple,” he…

Preferably both. Just then, mine and Finn’s drinks arrive. I take mine with shaking hands and try to pretend everything’s fine. “Your brother’s here, Finn,” I mutter, keeping my voice low. Finn straightens and looks where I’m directing his gaze to. “Knox?” “Yeah. Up at the VIP section.” Knox raises his glass in a mock…

He’d been out there crying over his toxic little temptress, and I’d seen him coming back. I’d seen Delilah storm off like the walking soap opera she is. But Sloane had been too caught up in our argument-too riled up and flushed and breathless- to notice any of these. Right now, she looks like she…

She shrugs. “I’m not taking that chance.” “You know what doesn’t help your case?” I say. “Opening a hotel door with your tits on display.” “You used to love them.” I push past her into the room. You Haven’t Found The Right Girl “Hunter?” I call out. “Buddy, where are you?” “Shower,” comes the muffled…

*** I can’t believe this. Three hours on a plane. An hour stuck in that miserable Asheville airport. All to firtd Finn tongue-deep in Delilah Crestfield? Finn has the audacity to look guilty. “Sloane, I’m so sorry you had to see this-“ “Sorry?” I cut him off, my voice trembling with rage. “I expect you…

As we sit waiting, Sloane crosses her arms. “How are you comfortable with your friend marrying your brother’s ex?” she asks. Hmm. She went right in. “Well,” I say. “Delilah’s a gold digger. Hunter has the money.” “Ah. Classic.” “Hunter’s my friend. I might not like his choices, but as a friend, I respect them.”…

They’re Soulmates I scoff, turning to face him. “What do you mean by that? Are you going to sabotage it?” “I don’t need to. It’s just the way they are. They break up, they make up. It’s their toxic little cycle: “You’re sick, Knox. Are you seriously hoping that your friend’s fianc?e breaks his heart?”…

I raise my head just in time to see a monstrous black Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 glide to a stop in front of me. The window rolls down, and-God help me-the man behind the wheel looks like sin itself. He’s beautiful in a way that feels wrong. Dangerous. Sharp-jawed, dark-haired, and dressed in all black…

I look up from my monitor. He’s there, leaning against the edge of my cubicle like he owns the building. His hair is a tousled mess, dark eyes smudged with sleeplessness. He looks… wrecked. Good. “Who let you in?” I say. “The receptionist has a crush on me, remember?” “Finn, I’m busy.” I turn back…