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And where I can find her.

I mean… I do have her necklace, though.

She probably wants it back.

My hand rises to touch the tiny W pendant that hangs from the delicate silver chain.

So, maybe I should—you know—return it.

And the only way I can do that is?—

Before I can finish the thought, I’m sliding my cell from my pocket and opening the home screen. I bring up Insta and type in River’s name. A tiny icon of him on the ice pops up, along with a few other people with similar names.

Just as I’m about to hit the icon, my thumbs pause, hovering over the screen.

Am I seriously going through another dude’s socials to find some girl who snuck out of my bed after we slept together?

Am I?

Fuck it.

Apparently I am.

I tap his name and wait for his profile to load. Information and images in a grid pattern populate the screen. My gaze slides over the photos until it lands on one with her in it. My heart stutters before slamming against my ribcage as I stare at them. Their arms are wrapped around each other’s shoulders and they’re both grinning at the camera.

That’s all it takes for jealousy to explode within me.

All I have to do is tap the photo, and she’d probably be tagged in it.

That’s the reason I did this, right?

To figure out who she is so I can track her ass down.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

If this photo is anything to go on, the place I’ll find her is warming River Thompson’s bed.

I hit the line at the bottom of the screen and swipe my thumb upward until the images dancing before my eyes disappear and I’m back to the home screen.

Irritated with myself, I toss the phone onto the passenger seat and shift into drive before squealing out of the parking lot.

15

Willow

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Holland asks from beside me as she studies the blue Victorian set away from the road.

My teeth scrape across my lower lip as I carefully turn the question over in my head. “Nope. Not at all.”

She snorts. “Just what I love—a well-concocted plan that has little chance of succeeding.”

A fresh burst of nerves prickles at the bottom of my belly as my fingers drift along my collarbone. “I need my necklace back.”

“Here’s an idea you might not have explored—just ask him for it.”

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