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I’m going to fucking ruin Irina Coasta, I promise you.

“No,” I hiss. I lean forward to kiss her mouth. “No, you were perfect. Youareperfect. He just needs my help. I had the best night with you, Red. We’re going to keep doing that over and over and over again, okay?”

A small smile tugs at her mouth. “Really?”

“Really.” I kiss her again, my heart racing in my chest out of pure rage now. “You’re going to have to personally apologize to all the orphaned animals in the shelter, because they’re never going to see another dollar of my money with how much we’re going to be doing that.”

She chuckles sleepily, pushing my shoulder with her palm. “We both know you’re going to keep paying or I’ll stop putting out.”

I smile. I figured as much. “I’ll see you in the morning, alright? I am on the road later in the week, but you can stay at my place if you want. Have the girls over?”

She yawns. “You’re thinking way too far ahead, but yes, I’ll come over after nights. Pick me up?”

I nod, pressing my mouth to hers one final time. “You got it.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

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I’munsurprised to see Declan’s Range Rover at the top of Boston’s seven-mile driveway when I pull up. Okay, it’s not seven miles, but the dude owns a farm and it feels like it’s its own continent sometimes. I don’t see a flashy Audi anywhere, so Lemmy has yet to arrive.

Good. I want to get my thoughts out privately first.

I storm up the driveway to the big, wrap-around porch. Boston keeps his home and his land meticulous. The farmhouse he built from the ground up is the most stunning piece of architecture I have seen in this city. It looks like you pulled the nicest home out of Yellowstone and plopped it on the outskirts of Pittsburgh. It’s all high, wooden arched ceilings, and comforting, country charm.

Don’t get me started on the property.

This man hates people more than anyone I know, but animals? His greatest love besides hockey. I’ve lost count of how many he has, but I know he owns tons of dogs, a few cats, cows, goats, and I swear there is an alpaca roaming around here somewhere. He takes care of all of them on hisown. Seriously. Just him. Unless he’s on the road, in which he brings in this man he hired, who I think is named Brock.

I knock loudly on the door and storm right in, locking it behind me out of habit. Boston is a psychopath who never locks it himself. Kicking off my shoes because these Canadians yell at me if I don’t, I’m halfway down his wide hallway and passing the beautiful wooden staircase, when Boston’s head pops out of the kitchen doorway. He nods at me before vanishing out of view.

I walk into the kitchen and meet Declan’s smirk. It’s a taunting one.

I glare at him as I barge into the room. “Shut up.”

He holds up his hands. “I didn’t say anything.”

“I said shut up,” I continue, dropping into one of the chairs at the table. I run my hands over my head and resist the urge to scream. “This is a fucking nightmare.I am living in a fucking nightmare.”

“Is she good in bed or something?” Declan asks. “Is that why you guys keep sleeping with her, despite knowing she probably escaped some facility five years ago?”

“I didn’t fucking sleep with her!” I growl, lifting my head.

“Knock it off,” Boston grumbles to Declan, sliding a coffee and a muffin in front of me. Does it look like I have an appetite or something? His green eyes meet mine. “Lemmy’s on her way. We’ll handle this, Fork. Don’t worry.”

“She is living in a fantasy land,” I snap. “She sat there and spoke as if this all wasn’t happening in her head. This isinsane!”

“She’s definitely crazier than I thought she was,” Declan agrees, leaning back in his chair. “Even for her, this is extreme.”

“Why the hell would she do this? What does she gain from it?”

“I figure she’s crushed that she lost herwindow to paint that whole scandal atIceboxas being about her,” Boston says, resting his hip against the island.

“So, she pretends we’ve been sleeping together for years?”

“She wants her name out there,” Declan says. “Apparently attached to one of us.”

“Renowillinglyslept with her,” I remind them. Why not him? He deserves a bit of hell. Double this and pass it to him.