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Maybe my scales are harder to see than Roman’s were, but we’ve got far more in common than I initially thought. I’m more than capable of being the villain.

Villain.

I guess it takes one to love and loathe one.

And I’ve become a convincing one at that.

And in Collin’s story, I will be.

Furious with the easy comparison, I scroll through my phone and press send. He answers on the second ring.

“You know, you’re about four years too late for a booty call.”

“Hey, Ryan, sorry, I know it’s late.”

“What’s going on? Neither you nor Collin have been answering my calls. And thanks to you both for not bothering to show up for work today, it was a shitshow. I had to push meetings.”

“I’m sorry, something came up. I’ll explain later.”

A brief silence.

“Should I be worried?”

“Ryan, I need your help.”

“Name it.”

“How soon can you get here?”

“Where is here?”

“I’m in Triple Falls.”

“You’re finally going to sell?”

“His business, his house. I want nothing more to do with him. It’s past time.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Is the last offer still on the table from a few months ago?”

“I’ll check. If so, I’ll rearrange some meetings. I can be there by noon tomorrow.”

“See you then.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“I’ll explain when you get here.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Thanks, Ryan.”

Tossing the phone on the counter, I pour another two fingers in the tumbler.

“To you, Sir.” I lift my glass before tossing back my dinner.

Chapter Thirty-One

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