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Unknown number. Probably a telemarketer.

I was so tired of my own muddled thoughts that I answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Why are you breaking things? You’re supposed to be packing.” Loïc’s French accent used to grate on my nerves, but now I found myself grinning, with the embarrassing urge to flop onto my bed.

“I thought you weren’t going to leave Tarryn alone anymore. Where are you? Are you in my basement again?”

“I’m with Tarryn in Prague,” he said, voice stern. “I called to tell you to quit feeling sorry for yourself, you big oaf.”

“Who uses the word ‘oaf’ in casual conversation? And how do you know what I’m doing?” I glanced around, trying to spot a camera. Then again, this was Loïc. Maybe he’d been fucking psychic all along.

“I installed cameras months ago.” His tone said, ‘duh.’

“You’ve been watching me?” I asked, scandalized, even though the fact that I knew he spied on us in person should have been more shocking than the relative impersonality of cameras.

“I enjoy watching you. You’re one of the two best channels on my phone.”

“The other one being Tarryn?”

“Of course.”

“Sick bastard.”

“The sickest bastard. Your favorite bastard.”

“I don’t like you,” I lied. Well, maybe it wasn’t a lie, because I was starting to think my feelings went deeper thanlike.

“Are you almost done in California?” he asked, sighing. “We miss you.”

I smiled to myself like an absolute goof. He really did like me. “I’m almost done. I wanted to give the company some notice and redistribute my portfolio. I also wanted to make sure whoever got Kim would treat her right.”

“You’re uprooting your life to be with Tarryn.”

“It’s what I should have done when she landed the role in Rose Red.”

“If that’s how you feel, why were you throwing a tantrum when I called?”

“A lot of decorations in this house were things I bought to make it feel less empty. They were cheap, and there’s no point in shipping them to Prague.”

“If that’s all it is, why not donate them instead of making such a mess?”

“Because smashing things is fun.” I sighed. “I was also thinking about how my identity was tied too closely to my work. I’ll need to find a new purpose.”

“Or you can work, and I’ll stay home with the children.”

“Children?” I echoed stupidly.

“You don’t think I’ll be content with just one, do you?”

“That’s up to Tarryn, not the two of us.”

His quiet chuckle made me shiver. How could the man sound like a serial killer and still give me a boner? It messed with my self-preservation instincts.

“You don’t think she should get a say?”

“I think she wants several children. If she doesn’t, I have no problem working on convincing her.”

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