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Me – What the hell are you doing?

Me – Don’t go.

Me – Let me fix this.

Me – Come back. Please, baby. Don’t do this.

Me – Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.

Nothing. I don’t get one fucking word from her.

Then I pull up another app. One I’ve yet to open and study it.

“Brax wants to know what you want him to do,” Micah says.

I squeeze my eyes shut and settle into my current place in hell. “Tell him to follow her out of town. Make sure no one else is following her.”

Micah’s brows shoot up. “That’s it?”

I nod slowly and realize what’s about to go down.

Goldie gave up on me.

After everything we’ve been through.

No, scratch that.

After everything I’ve put her through, this is how she thinks she’s going to end it.

“Make sure none of Dex’s guys are following her.” I’m forced to clear my throat, because it feels like I just swallowed a thorn bush. “Then let her go.”

“Are you serious?” Tim asks.

Even my boss thinks I’m crazy. I’ve put him through shit with this, but he’s had my back the whole way.

I dig my keys out of my pocket and push past both of them. “I said let her go.”

“Where are you going?” Micah calls after me.

I ignore them both and hear mutters before the door shuts on my ass. I cut through the thick, summer night air and yank my door open.

I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.

I send her one last text.

Me – I’m no quitter baby. We have a date at the altar. Please, call me.

Goldie

Five hours later

“Did I wake you?”

Her voice is groggy and rough. “Goldielocks, you can call me anytime.”

She sleeps like the dead. I’m surprised the phone woke her. “I was going to wait until morning to call since you go to bed so early, but I knew you’d want to know—I’m on my way home.”

She gasps. “You are?”

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