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Her eyes searched mine, and I thought she might believe me.

She scoffed and shook her head. “You should’ve told me anyway.” She walked over to the window and stared at the city below. “Just leave me alone. I need time to think.”

The worst part was how calm she sounded. Like she was already pulling away from me emotionally, and I was standing there watching it happen.

My heart ached as I searched for the right thing to say, but I couldn’t think of anything at that moment. Pushing her would only make things worse.

“I love you, Kate,” I murmured before turning and heading out of the room.

Chapter 43

Finn

Iwalked for hours around the city with no real destination planned. My mind ran around in circles. Why the hell hadn’t I just sorted it when Tamara had first called me? I tried to tell myself it was because the club kept me busy, but the more I thought about it, the more I believed it was that I wasn't ready to face that part of my past. It meant remembering why I had agreed to marry Tamara in the first place.

I sat on a bench as people hurried past, my eyes on them but not actually seeing anything.

Fuck, the look on Kate’s face when Tamara had said the word ‘wife’ replayed in my mind.

Was I ever good enough for her? We’d only been together a short time, and that was the second time I’d fucked up. I scrubbed my hands up and down my face, hoping it would erase some of the frustration I felt.

It didn’t.

My phone pinged in my pocket, and I nearly dropped it in my haste to pull it out and check it, hoping it was from Kate. It was Reaper.

Reaper: All sorted?

Me: Nope

Reaper: Get it done

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and stood up, storming off into the crowd.

Get it done?Get it done?How the fuck was I going to get it done when Kate didn’t want to see me?

The worst part was that I understood why.

Kate didn’t shut people out by screaming. She just ran away and quietly stopped letting them matter to her, and I had a sick feeling in my gut that I was watching it happen in real time.

Then it hit me.

I pulled out my phone again and texted Tamara.

Me: We need to meet asap. I want this sorted.

Tamara: The Belle Hotel. Room 315.

I pulled up the Sat Nav and found the hotel only two blocks away.

The door opened within seconds of me knocking. Tamara greeted me with a huge smile, wearing a sheer nightdress, showing off her red lacy underwear.

“Finlay, come in.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“Come on, Finlay. I haven’t seen you since our wedding day. Don’t you think I look good?”

I knew she wouldn’t give up if I didn’t say anything.