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I’m about to go to her side when my phone rings. A curse leaves my lips.

“This is Henderson.”

Blanc says, “I need you in Tokyo. We have a few potential members and I’d like to lock them down before they change their mind. I’ve already sent you their files and your jet is ready to go.”

“Oh it is, is it? It’s going to have to wait. I’m at an event.”

“For the wedding planner, right?” There’s a long pause. “Are you sure it’s wise to spend so much time with her? We all know it didn’t end well last time.”

My jaw tics and it takes everything in my fucking power not to tell the head of the Brotherhood what I think about him.

Instead, I say, “You’re right. It didn’t end well. I’ll be in Tokyo tomorrow.”

Ending the call, I send my pilot a text, letting him know that we’re not leaving until four am. I’m spending the night with Hannah. And nothing in this world is going to fucking stop me.

18

Hannah

I’ve been pacing for the last twenty minutes. Ever since I sent Brooks the text, letting him know that I was home. I couldn’t even bring myself to change out of my dress.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “What am I doing?”

My doorbell rings, making me jump. Of course, he’d show up right now.

Inhaling, I make my way to the door, opening it. He’s still in his suit, though he’s untied his tie, letting it hang freely. Somehow, it makes him look even sexier.

He exhales when he sees me.

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer,” he says with a small smile.

“I wasn’t sure I’d answer, either.” I step aside. “Come in.”

He enters without hesitation, and I close the door behind him.

“The living room is this way, or we can sit in the kitchen and have coffee.”

“Let’s go to the living room.”

I nod, leading the way. Part of me wonders what he thinks when he looks around. Six years ago, I was a broke college student. When he’d come to Fort Worth, we stayed in hotels. In Denver, we were always at his house. My chest is tight. I wonder if he still has that house? And I wonder if he’s going to live there with Jacqueline Chanel Minty-Smith?

“What’s the frown for, Angel?”

I meet his gaze. Our biggest problem was that we weren’t honest enough. I never told him I loved him. Hell, I didn’t tell him what happened after he left me. He wasn’t honest, either. He didn’t tell me he was actually married when we met, taking away my choice of whether I wanted to be with him or just walk away. That has to change, even if this is the last time we speak.

“I was wondering what you thought of my house, which made me think of your house in Denver and if you still lived there.” I meet his gaze head on. “Then I wondered if you and your new bride will live there.”

He runs his hand over his jaw. “I still have the house, though I don’t stay there too much. There are too many memories that haunt me there.” He gestures. “Your house, or what I’ve seen so far, fits you. I know you’ve worked hard to get where you are, Angel, and I’m so fucking proud of you.” He moves closer. “As for the last thing you wondered, well, let me clear things up. I’m not going to marry her.”

I snort, thinking he’s joking. When he doesn’t crack a smile, my laughter stops.

“Brooks, what are you saying?”

“I’ve fucked up more times than I can count, Angel. I’m not doing it again, and that means being honest with you. About everything.” He takes my hand, leading me to the couch and pulls me to his side. “Will you listen to what I have to say?”

My heart pounds. “Only if you’ll listen to what I have to say.”

“Deal.”

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