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He exhaled in a rush. “You mean it? Ugh, that’s the best news I’ve—wait.” His tone turned suspicious. “What do you mean? Payback?”

“You’ll see.”

I hung up and drove with a mad smile all the way home.

* 52 *

Zander

Be Careful What You Wish For

LORI: COME ROUND TONIGHT. That isn’t a request.

I stared at that message all day.

It’d come through while I was at work, and it’d taken every shred of professionalism I had to ignore it while dealing with patients and surgery. To pretend my gut didn’t knot into barbwire or my heart didn’t palpitate every time I thought of going to see her.

I managed to ignore her message until I got home.

I refused to obsess about it as I dumped the small amount of groceries I’d picked up and devoured a simple Greek salad from the deli.

I headed upstairs, convincing myself I was just going to have a shower, watch some shit TV, then fall into bed and sleep.

The same thing I’d done the past eight days.

Eight long days of no contact, no hellos or goodbyes or spying Sailor in her garden. I’d had lots of early shifts and forced myself to angle my cameras back to watch over my place so she no longer triggered them.

I had no way to indulge in my addiction to her and going cold turkey waswayharder than I thought it would be. It gave me better appreciation to those patients who came in high. Those who needed help getting off the substances that’d ruined their lives.

I didn’t think I’d ever be able to wean myself off Sailor, and that was why I needed to move.

I wouldn’t sell this place, but I needed time.

Time to get my head on straight and figure out how not to be the jackass secretly in love with his neighbour.

All of those thoughts and all of those convictions splintered the second I went to my bedroom window and saw Sailor standing in hers. Hiding in the shadows, I couldn’t help myself as I watched her smooth down a little black dress. Slinky and elegant, it skimmed her knees. Thin spaghetti straps clung to her shoulders. Her sandy hair hung in soft curls and her eyes darkened with eyeshadow.

I’d never seen her look more delicious or more dangerous.

She dressed up for me.

She’d texted X, commanded his presence, and dressed up for his arrival, formyarrival—

Goddammit, why was this so hard?

I went to yank my glasses off and rub my stinging eyes but froze as she lifted something off her dressing table. Something long and silver and…

The dildo I bought her.

Her gaze shot to my bedroom window; I tripped backward.

I tripped so badly, I ended up on my ass on the floor.

I gave up.

Falling onto my back, I snarled at the ceiling.

Fuck, can this get any worse?

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