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She pouted and narrowed her eyes at me before sighing dramatically. “Fine. I was bored with this place anyway. Everyone is married or taken.” She glanced around before cringing. “Or old.”

She pushed away from the bar and stumbled forward. I reached out and grabbed her by the elbow, steadying her before heading to the door.

Once we were outside, I almost regretted trying to help her when she spun and tried to run her hands up my chest.

I locked my jaw and pried her hands off me and nodded to the waiting car. “Get in, Natalie.”

She stomped her foot like a child who’d been told no. “You’re no fun.”

Thankfully she gave me no trouble as I helped her into the back seat. The look Paul shot me, however, said he planned on giving me an earful. I climbed into the front seat. The last thing I wanted was to give Natalie any chance to throw herself at me again.

Paul pulled away from the curb, silently stewing.

“She’s drunk. Just wanted to see her home safely.” I looked over at him. “You know how I feel about Angie.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Right. Even more reason to keep your distance from other women. You could have called her an Uber.”

“In Starlight Bay? You can’t be serious.”

He shrugged. “Or you could have left her there. She’s not your problem anymore.”

“Not my style, and you know that. I couldn’t live with myself if I could have done something and didn’t and then she ended up on the eleven o’clock news.”

“You better hope and pray that it doesn’t get back to Angie that you were seen leaving tonight’s event with another woman.”

My spine stiffened. Fuck. I didn’t even consider that. I tried to push the unease away. If someone said something, I would just explain to her what happened. She’d believe me. Wouldn’t she?

Chapter Twenty-Five

ANGIE

It feltgood to be only a few hours away from Starlight Bay. I was beyond excited to get there and see Wyatt. Talking to him on the phone earlier wasn’t long enough. My cheeks felt warm as I thought about all the things he said he’d do to me when I got home.

Home.I liked the sound of that.

My phone chimed with a text where it was mounted to my dash. I clicked on the notification and read the messages from Izzy.

Izzy:What the fuck?

Izzy: I’ll help you bury the body.

Izzy: Turn around and come home. Screw that place and that playboy asshole.

What the hellwas she talking about? I hit the dial button and turned on the speaker.

“Please tellme you’re on your way back,” she said, skipping any type of greeting.

“Izzy, what are you rambling about now?”

“The picture of Wyatt and a chick in a red dress leaving a restaurant together last night.”

My stomach sank. He said he had a dinner for the donors of the new wing of the hospital. “What picture?”

She sighed. “Let me guess. You haven’t checked Instagram yet today.”

Why was it so hard for people to understand that I didn’t live on social media? Sure, I wasn’t the norm, but I couldn’t believe I was the only one.

“No. Of course I haven’t. And my phone is at 10 percent, so get to the point.”

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