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Even my fucking distraction revolves around her.

RORY

Yes. Two guys will be at your place before you leave in the morning.

TRISTAN

How are things with Sasha?

Good.

Too fucking good.

TRISTAN

I meant, how’s she doing after everything

Apparently, the bigger question is, how are you doing?

This is the opposite of a distraction.

I’m fine.

DECLAN

That’s almost as believable as when Quinn says it.

I don’t want to talk about it.

DECLAN

Exactly like fucking Quinn.

If you don’t want to talk, then just listen for a second.

Take it from someone who speaks from experience…

It’s okay to care about her.

So much for my brothers taking my mind off everything. Silencing my phone, I toss it back onto the nightstand, angrilyfluff my pillow, and bury it between my shoulder and the mattress. Rooting the side of my face against it, I will myself to sleep.

At least then, I won’t be thinking about her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

SASHA

The sun blaring through the floor-to-ceiling windows forces me awake. With my eyes half closed as I adjust to the brightness, I feel the bed beside me for Liam. He was true to his word. I find the other side of the bed vacant and the sheets cold, except for a small black box and matching envelope atop the pillow.

Pushing myself from the mattress, I tuck the sheets under my arms to cover myself and grab the surprisingly heavy box he left behind. I lift the flap of the envelope and pull out the handwritten note.

Patrick and Harry (your security) are outside and will be ready to take you to lunch promptly at 11 a.m. My number and the club’s have both been added to your phone.

Today’s rules:

-Wear a dress.

-You answer when I call and follow my instructions without fail

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