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“Fuck your truck. You’ll get it when this mess is cleaned up, and it’s safe for you to leave town.”

Fucking hell. This just keeps getting worse.

“Anything else?”

“Stay put,” Bishop says. “I’ll call when I know more.”

“Fine.”

It’s not, but there’s nothing I can do.

“And McConnell?”

I close my eyes. “What?”

“Stay the fuck away from Callie Quinn.”

“Won’t be a problem.”

I end the call.

My hands shake from anger. I should call Beck and rip him a new asshole.

But I don’t.

Instead, I grab a bottle of water, then head to the fireplace. I wince as I add wood over my ruined clothes and light the fire.

Once the flames are going, I head back to the bathroom to shower.

My head is all fucked up.

I’m doing everything wrong.

But at least I told Bishop the truth.

Callie couldn’t find me if she tried.

9

CALLIE

Something’s wrong. I know it before I even open my eyes.

The bed is too cold. Too quiet.

My eyes fly open.

I blink in disbelief.

I’m hugging a damn pillow.

I stare at the traitorous thing in my arms. “Seriously?”

I roll onto my back, frustration coursing through me.

What the hell?

I turn my head and glare at the empty space beside me.