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My heart slowed with single-minded determination.

I only had one way out of this mess.

X would have to die, and Zander would have to grow a pair of goddamn balls and tell her how he really felt instead of talking about myself in third person.

Colin’s warning echoed in my head.

He’d cautioned me not to separate X and Zander as two different people because it would be harder for her when she knew the truth. But now that I’d fucked her like a madman all while telling her to date her neighbour, I’d destroyed any hope of a happy ending. The only way out of this mess was to make my alter ego die a miserable death and be done with it.

God, why did you have to make me fall in love with you?

Why did our grandmothers have to shove us together again and again?

Why was I so weak not to pursue her as Zander when I had the chance?

“You’re doing it again,” she whispered drowsily. “Now what are you thinking about?”

I shuddered with shame that I couldn’t be honest even while being more truthful than I’d ever been. “I’m thinking that I don’t want to let you go.”

She sucked in a breath. “Then don’t.”

I squeezed my eyes closed and cursed the agonising fisting of my heart. “I need to leave. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have—”

“If you say you regret sleeping with me after just confessing it was the best sexual experience of your life, you’re going to make me really mad.” She pulled away and went to yank off her blindfold.

Soaring upright, I grabbed her wrists and jerked her hands down. “Don’t.” Glancing at my mask on the floor, I ordered, “Give me ten seconds, then I’ll give you back your sight.” Letting her go, I snatched my scarf balaclava, yanked it over my head to bunch around my neck, then pulled up the black material until it almost touched my eyelashes.

Gritting my teeth, I reached around her head and undid the bow. The butterfly wings fell away, leaving her blinking.

The moment her gaze caught mine, she shifted to sit on her knees and balled her hands.

She sucker-punched me with how stunning she was. Naked and sated and so full of fire.

My cock reacted before I could stop myself.

Launching to my feet, I plucked the condom off and headed into the kitchen to dispose of it.

Peng appeared from wherever he’d been hiding, trotting and meowing by my ankle.

Sailor muttered from behind me, “He’s still obsessed with you.”

I didn’t dare acknowledge the orange kitten or the woman who’d successfully made me break. Instead, I padded barefoot and bare into the kitchen and slammed to a stop.

“Eh…” I blinked. My eyes struggled to see what was right in front of me. “Did you get robbed while we were busy?”

“What?” A rustle of limbs and the pad of her feet as she left the floor and came to join me. Her jaw fell. “Oh my God. What on earth?”

Every cupboard was open. Every drawer ajar. Even the fridge was open, spilling icy air all over the floor. Peng meowed and headed toward it, searching for dinner.

In a daze, Sailor scooped him up and cradled him in her arms. The sight of this beautiful naked woman cuddling an orange kitten—a kitten I’d given her—was too much.

My temper flared, protecting me from emotions I just couldn’t function feeling.

Stalking forward, I tossed the condom into the trash, then slapped every cupboard closed and shoved in every drawer. Only once the kitchen was back to normal did I shudder with horror by the sink.

Mary and Melody.

Two matchmaking highly meddling ghosts had—

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