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“That’s why Carson wanted me to have her move in. But I haven’t been able to get into her purse.”

“Does she like to go out for drinks?”

I look over at him confused. “I don’t know. I mean she has gone out a few nights.”

“I can help, man.”

“How?”

He parks in front of my brother’s house and turns off the engine. “I could stake your house. See when she leaves, follow her to a bar, and you know.”

I laugh at that. “You are going to seduce my ex-wife?”

“If it gets you out of this funk, I’ll do what I can.”

I shake my head and smirk. “It might be the only thing that works.” I look at my brother’s house and turn back to my partner. “Carson has a P.I. watching my house. He can follow her and I’ll let you know where she goes.”

“Nothing like good old fashion police work.”

I open the car door and step out. “Thanks for the ride. And listening.”

“We’re only as good as our partner.”

I nod at him and shut the door before heading into Carson’s house.

26

Anna

Seraphina braidsmy hair as I sit on the floor in front of her sipping a lemon martini.

My fifth lemon martini.

To be honest it’s mostly vodka.

And I’m pretty drunk.

I spent five hours crying after I left Noah this morning. Then three hours yelling and being pissed off at the world before Seraphina poured me a glass of straight vodka and told me to shut up.

Now that I’m sufficiently hammered I feel calmer.

Sort of.

I’m not seeing red anymore. But my heart feels like it’s been covered in ice and shattered, the pieces melting slowly, no hope of ever being put back together.

I’ve made Seraphina watch documentaries the last few hours even though she hates them. She tried to get me to watch crime shows but they reminded me of Noah.

Everything reminds me of him.

Hell, I am wearing one of his shirts now because I just can’t let him go. He loved me deeply and I felt that love all the way to my bones. I worry that now my heart has shattered, my bones may shatter too. Because his love was everywhere inside of me.

“Girl, you better not be crying again.” Seraphina pulls on my hair.

I hiccup and swallow down the tears. “I’m not.”

She finishes up the second Dutch braid on my head. “Liar. We need a total subject change. Why don’t you tell me about Nashville?”

“I’ve already told you everything.”

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