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Tyler gives a half-hearted laugh. “I’m not sure if that helps or not, knowing some of what he’s said was so bad you had to have a call about it,” he says. “But I do appreciate you doing all you can to fix it.”

“I’m amazed we had a call at all, honestly. He’s so bad at getting back to me.”

“Sounds like him.” Tyler shakes his head. “His time is more valuable than everyone else’s, always has been. Does whatever he wants, but onlyifhe wants to. Made for fun band dynamics.”

His words sound awfully familiar, just flipped. It’s almost the exact same thing Sebastian said in one of his voice memos—but aboutJett, not himself.

“I promise,” I say, and wait for Tyler to meet my eyes. When he does, I start again. “I promise that I will do everything in my power to make this situation as good as it can be.”

I won’t be able to make it entirely painless for Tyler, I know that. But I can keep questioning the things Sebastian says that feel exaggerated or unfair, maybe talk him into a kinder edit.

Tyler puts a hand to my face, leans his forehead against mine, and closes his eyes. In a way, it’s almost as intimate as a kiss—being this close, drawn together by mutual frustration and not just the heat of the moment.

Undeniably, though, the heat is still there, too. We both shift at the same time: he’s going to kiss me, and I want it just as badly as I did last night. His lips find mine, soft and gentle and warm. He pulls me in close, tugs at my hips until I find myself sitting on his lap, both of us on a single barstool. He wraps his arms around me, strong and safe and so, so hot.

I kiss him more intensely, as if this magical snow globe world we’ve found ourselves in is about to break, as if this might be as close as we’re ever able to get.

I want it to last, I realize. For all the ways I’ve been wounded in the past, for all the times I thought I only wanted something like this just for fun—to prove I was still even capable of fun—thisis a man who treats me like I’m worthy of something enduring, something special. He didn’t even question the part of the email where I had the chance to cash in on his secrets; he’s been nothing but trusting of me, nothing but understanding. He didn’t lash out at me when he was hurting like Blake always did—he pulled me in closer.

And he’s kissing me like he never wants this to end, either.

His fingers tangle in my hair, and his five-o’clock shadow will almost certainly leave my lips red and swollen. I don’t care. I want more.

His hands make their way down my body: neck, shoulders, sides, hips. I’ve just felt the graze of his fingertips, hot against the bare skin of my stomach, when a blood-curdling shriek from the elevator landing rips through the silence.

We jolt apart.

That was Lauren, no doubt about it.

Tyler runs to his front door, and I follow. I hold my breath, bracing myself for what we’ll find on the other side of it. He whips it open and goes pale as a ghost.

Out on the landing stands none other than Sebastian Green, clad in the world’s tackiest blizzard couture—and behind him, River Wu, looking sheepish but not altogether sorry.

In the open doorway of my penthouse, Lauren stares at them, jaw all the way on the floor like she is in complete disbelief that two-fifths of True North isright in front of her in the flesh. She shifts her gaze to me, eyes full of stars, and then to Tyler.

Oh. Oh no.

In slow motion, I realize this train wreck is happening whether or not I jump out in front to try and stop it. Context is everything: I didn’t have it when I met Tyler.

Lauren does.

“Is that—Jett Beckett?” she says, confusion eclipsing her fangirl moment.

Sebastian turns his attention, for the first time, to Tyler; it’s this that finally inspires him to take off his sunglasses. He doesn’t even seem to notice as they slip from his fingers and fall to the floor.

“Holy shit,” he says. “Look who’s back from the dead.”

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SEBASTIAN GREEN—Flew from Tuscany, Italy, to Burlington, Vermont, United States, via private jet (Dassault Falcon900) / Approx flight time 7h45min / Touched down at 11:07 PM local time / Weather: moderate wind, light snow / Following disembarkation, Green entered the back seat of a silver Audi SUV registered to chauffeur service Drive Private / Headed east on I–89 S toward Stowe, Vermont

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