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RYDER

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“What’s wrong?” I answer the phone immediately when I see Marshall calling.

“Her mother and sister have turned up. You said you wanted to know if they visited,” Marshall replies.

Fuck.

“Right. Has she turned them away?”

“No.”

What the hell?

“Who else is there?” I ask.

“Fuck man, the cat,” Marshall snaps.

Max. I miss that little shit. Neary as much as I miss Savannah. But I can’t be with her.

I am in love with her.

Absolutely fucking in love with her.

“Just keep an eye on them. If they get abusive, kick them out,” I say.

There is nothing more I can do.

Savannah is a movie star. She can’t be with me, and I can’t spend my life watching her and breaking my own damn heart pining after her.

I hang up and pace my office.

Fuck I hate this.

I storm out of the office and head to the gym. At least I’m building muscle while I break my own damn heart.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

SAVANNAH

Two weeks later

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“Oh my god,” Briar gasps. “You look so beautiful.”

I smile and glide my hands down the side of my dress. Dolce & Gabbana ended up designing the strapless ball gown I’m wearing. It’s a shimmery powder blue and to cover my surgery scar they added a piece of chiffon which drapes over the shoulder and affixes to the skirt at my hip.

I love it.

Of course, there are pockets, which I slide my hands into, and shuffle my hips to make the skirt rustle.

Wow.

I feel like Cinderella who’s going to the ball.

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