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“Can’t hear you. Headphones,” he almost shouts, but I know he is lying.

“Ass,” I mutter and lean back on the couch, whipping out my phone. I tap around on social media for a couple of minutes, glancing over at Nate from time to time to make sure everything is going well with the bike.

The doorbell rings.

Nate doesn’t look up, his headphones too loud for him to have heard.

I don’t believe we’re expecting anyone. But we’re also the only ones here.

Edwin and Sonia, Edwin’s partner, are both at work at his members’ only club downtown.

And for the most part, Edwin runs the Lyons penthouse with limited staff, which I appreciate.

We have a chef on call for dinners, but other than that and the housekeeping staff that visits a couple of times a week, it’s just the four of us.

I get up, mumbling, “Be right back,” over my shoulder to Nate, and head into the front hall.

Peeping into the small, glassy hole in the door, my heart sinks at who is on the other side.

Mason Lotts.

His green eyes are downcast as he waits, a light peppering of stubble on his cheeks and chin, highlighting his sharp, tan jawline further. Around his neck, the necklace I gave him over five years ago now.

When we used to be in love.

A silver circle tied with a black string.

Can’t believe he still wears it after all this. After what I did to him.

Mason is Nate’s best friend. He also happens to be my ex-boyfriend.

That’s what made this assignment so complicated for me.

Edwin Lyons demanded the best of the best and the hospital sent me.

You can imagine the shock on all our faces when I walked into Nate’s hospital room all those months ago.

I open the door and force a smile as I look up at him. Somehow, I always forget just how tall he is.

It used to be so sexy. Still is, but now I just feel like a pathetic little girl in his shadow. “H-hey.”

Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen him over the past three months. Every time still feels like the first, burning searing heat through my face and clavicle, and nauseating butterflies swarming in my stomach.

“Oh, hi, Laney.” Mason sounds taken off-guard that I’m the one who answered the door.

Seth nods at me from behind Mason. “Hey, Laney.”

Shit, I didn’t even notice Seth was there.

The three of them have been friends since their late teens.

I shouldn’t be so surprised.

“What’s up?” I look between them.

Mason furrows his silky brow. “Um.” He glances at Seth and then back at me. “It’s guys’ night. Nate didn’t say anything about hosting?”

Oh. “No, he didn’t.”

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