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“Do you really?” I ask just in case.

“No,” she whispers. “But I’m going to make him think I do. Keep him on his toes and all that.”

“You are not having strippers. Molly! Call me,” Knox demands.

Damn, he’s bossy.

“Okay I’m not touching that conversation. Go sort out your soon-to-be husband.” I laugh.

“Wait, before you go. What happened with the English guy?” she asks.

Oh.

That.

Greg.

“I’ll tell you later,” I reply. “We’re pulling up to my place. I need to get unpacked and sleep off this jetlag.”

When I hang up, I bite my fingernail.

Greg wasn’t Atlas.

That’s what happened.

Mostly.

Anyway, my priority now I’m back home is Brand Alchemy. I’m committed to making it a success.

Not men.

Not relationships.

They suck.

CHAPTER THREE

ATLAS

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“Why are you cooking?” Knox said, planting himself on one of the stools at my kitchen counter.

“I cook.” I said, emptying the premade salad into a bowl.

Levi slides a glass of whisky across the marble and Knox catches it. “We can order pizza if this goes badly.”

I snort and turn back to the stove, tossing the steaks into the preheated Le Creuset pan.

They sizzle nicely.

“So how many women have taken over your apartment?” Levi asks Knox.

Molly is there.

It’s Payton’s bachelorette party and before offering to have my brothers over for dinner, I did recommend we get pizzas and hang out in the movie room while the girls...did whatever they’re doing.

My dirty male mind goes to places I’m sure are completely fictional but it’s a happy place.

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