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Or the pain being with me caused her over those months.

I curse as my wrist rests on the steering wheel and gaze out across the familiar and yet unfamiliar neighborhood. I would do drive-bys even after I decided to walk away from her, hoping to spot Briar for just a second.

I never did.

Once I joined the Marine Corps, I stopped. I moved on with my life and started seeing another woman. But I know now that I had never completely let her go.

Briar Sutton has always owned my heart.

She might not be mine.

But I am hers.

The day is coming to an end; the light fading, so I climb out of the car, straighten my black Armani pants, and slide the gun in the back of my waistband.

Habit.

Mrs. Sutton clearly isn’t going to hurt me. Although she might try. She’s an insane bitch.

Clearly I’m not a fan.

She took almost everything from me. The only thing that mattered. Briar. And she is still keeping her from me.

This conversation is ten fucking years overdue.

I walk up to the front door and draw in a breath, stealing myself. Then knock.

When she opens the door, she gasps. “You!”

“I’m here for Briar.” I growl.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

BRIAR

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