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That’swho he was on the phone with when he came in.

“Thank God,” I breathe out.

Finn makes his way to the couch to pet Lexie. “Has she been sleeping all day?”

“Yep. I haven’t left her side.”

“Go. I’ve got her for the night.” He gestures to the stairs.

I don’t want to leave her, but I’m also desperate for a shower.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve slept with her on the couch all week. Yes, I’m sure.”

Reluctant, I approach the stairs at a snail’s pace, his silence when I told him I came back to get my stuff plaguing my mind.

He really doesn’t care, does he?

“I’m leaving tomorrow night, by the way,” I explain, aiming for a semblanceof a reaction. “Your dad told me a friend of his was in town and I could take off earlier if I wanted.”

I think I see a streak of pain rip across his hazel eyes.

“Okay.” He shrugs.

Okay.

That’s how the story ends?

O-fucking-kay?

The words burst from my mouth seconds before my toe meets the first step. “Okay? That’s all you have to say to me?”

I spin to find him staring at me, a hint of shock in his gaze.

I sound pathetic, needy even, but I can’t help myself…

It was real.

The night in the library.

In the wine cellar.

In the backyard.

It was all real.

There was a connection. And no, it wasn’t love. No, it wasn’t a fairy tale, but it was something. My pulse wilding out in my neck, I give him one last chance to make this right.

He shoves a hand through his hair, glancing at his feet as he exhales. “What do you want me to say, Dia? It’s called a summer job for a reason.”

Then he stakes me in the chest with the final straw.

“After summer… it ends.”

* * *

There are many things I won’t miss about working for Mr. Richards. For starters, I always hated having to walk to the nearby grocery store when I didn’t have a car.

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