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“And that's why you named it Drew's Place? For Andrew. Your friend,” I whispered and closed my eyes, holding her even tighter while I kissed her precious head.

“Yeah.” She nodded against my chest, and her gorgeous mane of hair felt glorious rubbing against my skin.

This woman.

She was so damn good and giving. I felt like an asshole for the way I’d behaved, though.

Balor, that fuck, had set me up.

Andrew was never her boyfriend. He was someone from her past.

A kid. Just a boy. A lost friend.

Shit.

I was a total dick, and this woman was everything.

I wanted to hold on to her forever. To never let her go.

And at that moment I felt a pain in my chest so damn powerful, I thought maybe I was having a heart attack.

“You okay?” she asked, probably feeling me tense.

I nodded, but I wasn’t. Not at all.

I wasn’t okay.

I was in love.

Ass over fucking teakettle for this woman.

And the knowledge shook me to my core.

Chapter 30-Connor

I held her even tighter to me, rubbing her back, worshipping her with every inch of my soul.

She lifted her head, a frown on her flushed face, and I waited for her question.

“How did you know about Andrew?”

She just shared a lot with me. And I knew she deserved something.

Hell, Clementine deserved everything.

“I suppose I should start with the truth,” I murmured.

So, like the suddenly stupid and sappy fuck I was, I told her. Shooting myself right in the goddamn foot, as it were.

She frowned and waited.

“Balor told me Andrew’s name.”

“Balor? How did he know?”

“By looking through your computer files.”

“But I had my computer with me all day,” she said, frowning harder.

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