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Liam’s hand comes up over my back, and I frown as I stare at my phone. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching him a lesson.”

“What?” I glance up to see Henley approaching us.

What the fuck?

“Hello, Juliet.” He fakes a smile. Looking like he just stepped off a runway, he’s wearing a gray suit, white shirt, and blue tie. His dark hair is all just mussed to perfection, and Oh my god, what the hell are you doing here?

“Henley, hi.”

Henley turns his attention to Liam. “Who are you?”

Liam smiles like an evil Cheshire cat. “Liam.” He gestures to me. “Juliet’s fiancé.”

He did not just say that.

Henley’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he puts his weight onto his back foot. His jaw flexes. “Fiancé?”

No, no, no.

No!

“That’s right.” Liam continues with his lies. “Do you know her well?”

Just shut the hell up!

Henley’s eyes come to me, and he rolls his lips. Fury oozes out of him. “Perhaps not.”

Please, earth, swallow me whole.

He glares at me, and I want to tell him this is all a lie, but what’s the point? He’s a douche and wouldn’t care anyway.

“Have a nice life, Julietttt.” He accentuates the T in my name. “With”—he looks Liam up and down and smirks as if amused—“your cute little fiancé.”

Arrogance personified.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Liam asks as he acts dumb.

Henley brushes past and purposely miscalculates the distance between them. He bumps Liam with his shoulder so hard that he nearly goes flying over. He pushes the heavy door open and storms out.

Liam stares after him. “Interesting.”

“Interesting?” I gasp. “Why the fuck would you say that? Now he thinks I’m a ho bag.”

“It takes one to know one.” He drops his shoulders as if pleased with himself. “He liked you.”

“How can you tell?”

He smiles broadly, feeling very pleased with himself. “He was pissed.”

“And this is funny because . . . ,” I gasp, infuriated.

“He had his chance, and he blew it. Touché, fucker.”

Chapter 3

Three years later . . .

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