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Unfortunately, that can’t happen until Parker and his lovers figure out who framed them—something I wish I could help with, but this is so far above my pay grade that I know there isn’t a damn thing I can do to help.

A fact that kills me.

“Blaze?” Todd’s voice breaks me from my thoughts. “We’ve arrived.”

“Right. Shit. Sorry.” I shoot him a smile where he’s turned around in the front seat. “Thanks for not getting out and trying to open the door for me.”

He laughs. “I didn’t think it would be a gesture you’d appreciate.”

“See ya,” I tell him with a mock salute before I throw open the door. Grabbing my bag, I step out and stare up at my apartment building.

I don’t want to be here.

Shaking off that thought, I close the door and tap my hand on the roof before heading to my apartment.

Everything is just as I left it, but it feels wrong—so wrong. This isn’t where I want to be. This isn’t where I need to be.

I made it home.

I don’t want to be here.

I don’t want to be alone.

Mackenzie

I don’t want to be alone either.

Come to my place? Then neither of us has to be alone.

My answer should be no because I’m meant to be at work in a few hours, but fuck work. With that money sitting in my account, I don’t have to worry about missing a day of work.

I need to grab a few things and then I’ll jump in the car.

Mackenzie

I’ll see you soon.

Thank fuck.

Now,thisfeels right.

I grab a few changes of clothes and swap them out in my bag that already has everything else I’ll need.

In less than five minutes, I’m in the car and heading for a town I never thought I’d set foot in again.

But I’d do just about anything for Mackenzie. This is just a drop in the hat of what I’d do for her—or for Parker.

While I might think of Morninghill as a place of nightmares, knowing I’m heading toward Mackenzie only feels like one thing—going home.

Chapter Sixteen

Mackenzie

Reading over Damon’s message for the hundredth time, I smile down at my phone.

I really didn’t want to go home to my big, empty house—at least not alone. After spending the weekend surrounded by four men, I know that’s not the life I want—even if I thought I did.

Now, I don’t have to.

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