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“That’s a good one.” Knox grins. “I wish I’d brought some popcorn.”
Aspen lifts her chin. “You have two choices, Daniel. Leave her alone or suffer. Which one will it be?”
“I choose the third.”
“There’s no third option.”
“There will be after you tell me the whole custody fiasco.”
“Why would I?”
I grind my teeth and catch Knox grinning in the background and throwing imaginary popcorn in his mouth.
An hour ago, I was contemplating burning my office and detaining myself for my foolish behavior.
An hour ago, I was burning with fire because she said she spent the night taking care of her lover whose name is Jay.
An hour ago, I felt no different than the teenage me who couldn’t stop looking at her as she sucked on those damn lollipops where no one could see.
And I hated it.
All of it.
Now, I also hate it as I say, “Because I’m possibly the only one who can help her.”
15
NICOLE
“Nikki?”
I sniffle, wiping my eyes on the back of my shirt sleeve. I’m glad I bought this thing at a store sale and wouldn’t mourn it being ruined with blotches of tears.
The thing is, I kind of spent the whole morning and some of the afternoon crying like a crazy lady behind a tree in a nearby park.
I just couldn’t go back to Jay looking like shit—though that’s an epic failure on my part—and I had to think about a lot of things. Such as how desperate I am to beg Daniel.
And I am desperate.
Extremely so.
But I broke any semblance of professionalism between us by bringing up his wound. The wound he hid so well that normal people would never have noticed.
Hell. Even his mother didn’t, and I suspect Astrid didn’t either, considering how much she always liked to shove food in his face.
But then again, I was never normal when it came to Daniel.
I was either obsessed, completely unhinged, or desperate.
Just not desperate enough to go beg him.
He wouldn’t take me back anyway, not when he looked two seconds away from strangling me—and not in a fun way.
Maybe if he cools down, I can muster the courage to talk to him? That’s the plan anyway. I think he’s better to approach when he’s not in his devil suit, channeling the Lucifer in him to make other people’s lives hell.
And that time is usually at night.
For that, I need to make him a nice meal and take it to his flat—that is, if he didn’t put my face and name on the “call the police once spotted” dial.
