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What the hell was going on with his ex?

Was this a midlife crisis?

It had to be.

Heading up to the door at Chartres, he began banging on it using the knocker. The whole time, he waited for someone in the family to answer.

The bottom line was that he would keep coming here over and over again until someone helped him.

They’d been his family too.

Right?

Only, no one was answering.

Jesus.

What did a guy have to do to get answers to questions that he shouldn’t have to be even asking?

What kind of asshole changes his number the very day after a breakup?

They could be getting married if Ethan Blackhawk would just fall off the face of the goddamn earth.

Was that too much to ask?

He was banging the door harder, and with each hit, his temper grew worse and worse.

It was pissing him off that he’d been so close to having a husband, a marriage, and a good life.

So.

Damn.

Close.

That it was ruined over a fight, and that Gene was more than happy to ride off into the sunset with his ex…

It made him want to punch the man in his pretty, perfect, sharp-cheekbone’d face.

When no one answered after his relentless banging, Tommy looked at his watch, and knew his lunch break was just about over.

He’d have to deal with this later.

Oh, and he would.

This was far from done. There was no way this was even close to being over.

Bet.

On.

It.

Getting back in his car, he headed down Chartres, and didn’t look back.

He should have.

Why?

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