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“What?” he frowned. “Hell no. I told your ass a different place to go to, but you walked inhereinstead. No, I didn’t know it was you. Why would I do that, when anonymity was our thing?”

I shook my head. “No. No, you’re right. I know you’re right. Chloe sent me here, because I… I didn’t trust the address you gave me.”

“You should’ve.”

“You could’ve been leading me into a trap.”

He scoffed. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. I get arrested for murder fooling with you, butyoucould’ve been walking into a trap? Hilarious.”

“I never meant for that to happen. I had no idea any of this was going to happen. I’m sorry.”

“Youshould be,” he vented, in a harsh tone that made me take a step back. “Not only do you have me involved with some shit I donotneed to be involved with, you fuckingrecorded us?”

“I can explain,” I insisted, fumbling over my words as I held up my hands to get him to wait. “It wasn’t… malicious, I just—”

“You know… I don’t really think I care about the excuse. I just want you to get your phone, and get the hell out of here, and don’t come back. Your being here just gives the police more shit to talk to me about, and I don’t fucking like police, Sandy.”

“Monica.”

“Whatever the fuck,” he shrugged. “I really don’t want to hear either one again, to be honest.”

I sucked in a breath. “But… I thought we were friends?” I asked, speaking my mind even though I hated how weak and desperate it sounded. “Wick, I amsorrythat you got wrapped up in this, but you have to understand that this isn’t my fault. I didn’t kill him!”

“You probably should’ve,” he said, sounding so completely bored of me, of the whole conversation, that it made me physically hurt. “At least this would’ve all been for something.”

“Wick, I—”

“Listen—” he interrupted, shaking his head. “I left the drama behind me eleven years ago. I have no tolerance for it, not in my personal life. I wish you the best, but do me a favor – leave me alone.”

Those words hit me like a bag of bricks, but I squared my shoulders, held my head high anyway. I’d taken enough emotional beatings throughout the course of my life that I knew how to swallow it for now, instead of letting the feelings bubble over and embarrass me.

Because that’s where I was now. In front of the man I’d spilled my deepest heartaches with, willing myself not to cry tears that just a week ago, I would’ve poured openly.

I should’ve known better than to think he wouldn’t end up disappointing me.

“I didn’t come here for you anyway,” I told him, keeping as much emotion out of my voice as I could. “So it shouldn’t be a problem.”

He gave me a curt nod and then left me there with my cell in my hands, feeling like I’d taken a knife to the stomach. Instead of giving in to the weakness in my knees, I steeled myself and powered the phone on, copying down what I needed before I turned it off again, putting it back in the locker he’d taken it from.

I put on tunnel vision as I left Renata’s office, making sure to pull the door closed behind me. I didn’t even glance in his direction as I made my way out, kept my face expressionless until I made it to my car. And even then… I swallowed my emotions again.

All of them.

Everything.

I wasn’t even interested in the pictures anymore, at least not for nostalgia’s sake. For whatever reason, that little run-in with Wick had reminded me of what Kellen was. My relationship with Wick wouldn’t even exist, not in its current iteration, if I hadn’t fallen in love with, and married a snake.

This was his fault.

And now, despite the long list of ways my own needs were being neglected, I had to bury his trifling ass. Even in death, Kellen had found a way to taunt me.

“I’m pretty sure I’veneverseen someone need a glass of wine as much as it looks like you do right now,” Nubia said, standing over me as I stared absently at the forms spread out over the table.

Who the hell knew death required so much paperwork?

I’d just finished another tense phone call with Kellen’s mother, discussing what she wanted for his funeral plans. Despite what her son had turned into, the woman had never been anything but good to me, so I wanted to give her the respect of burying her son with dignity.

I don’t think my arrest for his murder had her feeling very warm toward me though.

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