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She almost spits out her wine. “Your head of security?”

“You like him. And you’re either about to shiv me here and now or he’s into you. He’s not watching the door, he’s watching you.”

“He’s not into me. I’ve known him as long as you and he’s never made a move.”

I nod, toy with my whiskey glass. “Maybe you should make the move.”

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“You like him.”

“Which,” she says, “brings me back to him. He strikes me as the assertive type. He’s never…asserted around me.”

“He’s also the stubborn type, and you and I used to be a thing.” I take a swallow of my whiskey.

“A million years ago.” She looks me up and down. “What’s wrong with you, Hendrick?”

I shrug. “We all deserve happiness, Fiona. That’s all.”

Fiona stares at me. “Who is she?”

“Excuse me?”

“The woman that’s got you like this. Not that insipid Elsa. It’s got to be someone intriguing because you keep away from intriguing.” She points at me. “You never get all…soft.”

“I’m not fucking soft.”

“Gooey, Hendrick.”

This time I eye her with dislike. “Not your business.”

She smiles at me and pats my hand. “And, Hendrick, there you have your answer for me and Damon. Not your business.”

We continue our rare lunch. Jac tried sleeping with her not long after all the shit went down, after Lili’s death, my father’s, his.

Fiona saved me, I know that. We got back together for about six months, but it wasn’t ever going to work, and Jac started his campaign of trying to fuck any and every woman I showed interest in or dated.

She said she didn’t.

She might have fucked him. She might not have even touched him.

And, as much as I hate Jac now, I began to hate him with a passion then.

Speaking of the tattooed, hedonistic and sadistic fuck himself, where the fuck is he?

Not one fucking word.

I expected to hear from him, but I haven’t. It’s been a week and not a fucking word. Of course, my little thief might not have been working for him, but I don’t buy that for a second.

No way would Magdalena have known I had the necklace, and she left the priceless Agnossio jewels but took the fake?

Jac hired her. Had to.

And if I haven’t heard from him, there’s another attempt coming.

Must be since I know she’s following me. She’s not even been as covert as last time. Or to be fair, maybe she is, and I just know what to look for. Who to look for.

I’m not a fan of her following me.

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