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“He told you about River and Anya?” I clarify.

“Oh, he sure did. Interesting, really.”

“I don’t think ‘interesting’ is the right word. Stalker might be the right one though.”

“Some of the greatest love stories start off with stalkers,” Honey gushes.

“You read too many romance books,” Dawson says, putting his arm around her waist and scanning the space.

“I feel like I see him every day since he’s at the same hotel,” I say absentmindedly as I flick through the photos I just took.

“Really?” Honey sounds surprised.

I look up and see they both have puzzled expressions. I thought they knew since they paid for my hotel.

“Yep. He apparently has access to open my room too,” I tell them, shaking my head.

Honey bites her bottom lip, and she and Dawson exchange a look.

“What?” I ask, not understanding what I’m missing. I feel guilty now. I hope they don’t think I’m ungrateful for them paying for my stay.

“He seems like he’s got it bad,” Honey says, then waves it off and goes on. “Well, anyway, if you’d like my old apartment, it’s vacant. At least that way you’ll have your own kitchen. And it’s in a good neighborhood not far from here.”

“I couldn’t impose,” I gush.

“Honestly, I haven’t been there for well over a year, so it’ll be nice to know someone is using it. Only if that’ll make the next few weeks more comfortable for you, that is.”

“Ah, sure, if you don’t mind. I mean, that sounds really nice, actually.”

She clasps her hands together. “No problem. I’ll bring in some keys tomorrow and give you the address. I told you, we’re friends now.”

Dawson kisses the top of her head almost as if adoring her kindness. I wonder if it’s what he gravitated toward at first, but Honey has a charm about her that I imagine is very difficult for anyone to ignore.

I admire what they have.

It doesn’t mean I want it though.

No, what I want is hard fucking.

And if I’m checking out of the hotel tomorrow, maybe I should make the most of tonight with a man who is far from sweet and adoring.

It doesn’t hurt to have a taste. Only once. Right?

CHAPTER 20

Will

Sometimes in life you just fuck up. I don’t normally fuck up. But with her, I can’t seem to get it right.

Maybe because she’s better than me?

Can’t say I’ve met many people who are.

Yes, I’m cocky.

Yes, I know I look good. But I look good because I take great pride in doing so.

I look after myself to look good, and when I look good, I feel good.

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