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She’d made it my business when she’d shut me out . . . over a text.

Oh no, baby sister. This ain’t done by a long shot.

I hesitated with my keys in my fist. She’d given me the out I needed. This time she’d been the one to walk away. This tryst had an expiration date. Always had, considering she lived an ocean away.

Even if she lived over by the park permanently, the distance might as well have been the same as London. It was a different world. One I didn’t belong in.

She wanted this thing over? I should let her have her way.

But I wasn’t done.

I had eleven years to make up for.

This is done.

What I had realized when I read those three catastrophic words was that I only had a small blip of time to get my fill for the next decade . . . or more.

I hadn’t yet.

My phone rang. B flashed across the screen. I couldn’t put in her full name in case one of the nosy guys at the station snooped through my phone. Her name was too unique. They’d know it was Hollingsworth’s sister. And that I had no good reason to have her number.

“You can’t stop me.”

I shoved my wallet in my back pocket.

“No.” The one word was a sharp stab. “You can’t come here. If someone sees you . . .”

Stab. Stab. Stab.

“Answer my question and then you won’t have to worry about getting caught with the wrong kinda man,” I said through my teeth.

Her dirty little secret.

That was all I’d ever been. All I could be.

“I did.” Her smoky voice rose. “I told you it felt like my hand—”

“Had been put through a meat grinder.” I remembered every word she said. “And it’ll feel worse tomorrow because you aren’t taking care of it.”

“What difference does it make to you?”

Good question.

I didn’t know the answer. Only that it did.

“Where’s your brother’s apartment?”Are you out of your ever-loving mind? You have no good reason to show up there. No explanation. And when Teague finds out, he’ll kill you.

“How do you know that?” Her tone had lost the feistiness and turned straight up cold . . . with fear?

I wanted to do a lot of things to Beau, but scare her wasn’t one of them.

“Teague mentioned it,” I grunted.

Hang up the phone. Let her have her way.

“What a blabbermouth,” she muttered, but as long as that fear was gone, I’d take it.

Who scares you, Beau?

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