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God, she was going to miss the way Blake made her feel. Every word, every smirk, every touch.

Bella was never going to forget this night.

Or man.










CHAPTER EIGHT

“Where are you?” Knoxasked as Bella watched the lights and people of Manhattan whizz past as Blake’s driver took her home.

It was two in the morning, and the city that never sleeps was living up to its name. It was a Friday, after all.

“On my way home,” she replied, wondering why it was that Knox often felt like her big brother instead of the eighteen months younger that he was.

Probably because he possessed Ward’s commanding presence. Even at twenty-three.

“From?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Dinner.” Bella replied.

“A late dinner. Who is he?” Knox pressed.

“Jesus, Dad,enough already. Anyway, why are you awake? I was expecting you to reply in the morning.” She heard sheets rustle in the background and put two and two together. “Insomnia again?”

“Yeah, fuck.” He sighed. “But I don’t want to talk about it and not at two in the morning. So what’s up, Sis? Do I need to beat anyone up? Or should I send Levi?”

Bella closed her eyes, smiling, and shook her head. “You know I can look after myself.”

“Wrong answer,” he growled sleepily.

“Well, as it turns out you can do something to help me,” Bella said, biting her lip nervously. Asking her brother for help could be a stupid move, but she wasn’t sure where else to turn.

A dating agency?

Ward?

No one knew the stakes like her brothers. They shared the same blood, if not the same desire, to take back the Kennedy business. But they,mostly, understood her need to do it.

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