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“Right,” she releases me. “That was too much. I should respect your personal space. I shouldn’t…you don’t like hugs.”

“I do,” I correct. “But not when they suffocate me.”

She giggles. “Okay. You got it. Do you want to lay on the sand, now? We could watch the sunset, and you can sleep on the ride home.”

Home.

A motel.

On a second thought—

“How about I stay in your house tonight? Just for tonight.”

“You can stay as long as you want.Mi casa es su casa.”

“I appreciate that.”

“Sure. Now, let’s go feel the sand under our feet and between our toes.”

Tipsy and lightheaded, I leave a couple of bills on the table and follow Alice out of the restaurant. For today, I want to live in the moment.

No Brandon.

No Eric.

No Peter.

And definitely no Michael.

Chapter 24

Michael

The smart thing to do would be to not enter an abandoned house just because someone asked to meet you there.

They said they had information I might need, and that they were the ones who sent you the flash drive with the security footage. But because of the voice-changing effect, I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman.

What does it matter, though?

A smart woman who is trained in martial arts could still kill me even though I would put up a fight.

“I should have taken boxing,” I mutter. “Or martial arts from the instructor who wanted to teach me as a thank-you for taking his daughter’s case.”

My phone rings, making me jump.

I answer it.

“Peter.”

“Where are you?” He asks.

His tone is sharp and impatient.

“Does it matter?” I respond. “Did you tell her?”

“Yes, I did, and she hates both of us now. Why did you back out of her case? Savannah thinks you backed out because you think you don’t have a chance of winning,” he says curtly.

Shit.

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