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“I cannotbelieveyou?—”

“I love her, Leo. I’m in love with her.”

There’s a long, agonizing stretch of silence.

Had I heard him right? Did he really just say…?

“You need to leave,” Leo says coldly.

“Leo—”

“Now. Don’t make me throw you out. I can’t even fucking look at you.”

I shake Trish off and shove the door open.

Leo barely spares me a glance as he paces along the wall. “Not now, Gracie.”

“Don’t you darenot nowme as if this has nothing to do with me. I actually think this has nothing to do withyou, but you’re making it all about you!”

He stops midstep. Stares at me. God, I wish it were a glare. Wish he looked angry, that he’d yell some more.

The surprised hurt on his face is gutting.

Liam is staring intently at the floor, every line of his face pulled tightly together.

“If you want me to get on board with this,” Leo says lowly. “I’m not going to. And that should mean something to you, Gracie. When have I ever not looked out for you?”

“Don’t let this ruin your night, Gracie. I’ll go.”

Liam heads for the door without another word, and I stare at my brother, silently pleading with him.

But he says nothing. Does nothing.

It isn’t until the front door closes behind Liam that I make up my mind.

I go after him.

“Gracie!” calls Leo.

I slam the door behind me.

Chapter Thirty-Five

GRACIE

I don’t have to worry that I’m too late, that Liam already left, because he’s frozen at the end of the porch. As I get closer, I see why.

A woman is standing in the driveway.

One with red hair and a very familiar face.

Because I’ve seen her picture appear on Liam’s phone time and time again with each call that he declined.

She gestures wildly with her hands while she talks, and Liam flinches—physically, visibly flinches away. Heat sparks in my chest, and my heels click loudly against the porch as I approach. Liam whips around with wide eyes, but they soften in surprise when he realizes it’s me.

The redhead’s eyes turn into slits as I stop at Liam’s side. “This is a private conversation.”

“This is private property,” I counter.

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