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She thought she was the only possible solution despite the fact that I was right here. She’d convinced herself her father had named her his heir because there was no other choice when sheknewI still had the Lopez name.

I just didn’t want the position, but for her?

I’d do anything for her and she fucking knew it. The little brat. Always making our lives more difficult than they needed to be.

“How do you feel about joining me for dinner tonight?” Francisco asked. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in person. I want to know how you’ve been.”

I grinned as I watched Frankie smack Soren across the face with one of the strike pads when he didn’t dodge fast enough. “Sure, I’d love dinner. It’s been too long since I’ve been back home anyway.”

“How does lasagna sound?”

I paused, wondering if that meant what I thought it did. “It’s one of my favorites,” I admitted.

“You and Frankie both,” Francisco chuckled. “I’ll see you at seven then.”

“See you then.” I hung up, my heart pounding as I tried to convince myself this wasn’t what it sounded like.

There was absolutely no way Francisco would tell me to stay hidden and then invite me to a dinner that Frankie was also attending…right?

Was I really going to see her tonight?

I watched her wipe the sweat from her forehead and felt my stomach flip as I considered the possibility.

Was I ready to meet my maker? No, I most definitely wasn’t, but it’s not like I really had a choice. Francisco would never let me decline.

But I wasn’t ready to see her again, not in person.

The last time I was close enough to smell the soap on her skin…my grip on the mug tightened and the damn thing cracked – my latte spurting out like blood from a wound.

I was absolutely not in the right mind to see her yet, but I wanted to.

Desperately.

CHAPTER 14

Frankie

I slammed my car door,annoyed for no fucking reason. I’d spent all day ignoring Soren, but it didn’t feel like it was working.

He was just too good at his job.

After working out, I’d gone back to catching up on all my paperwork, and he’d quietly worked on his new computer like he didn’t care that I was ignoring him.

That should have made me happy, but it was seriously pissing me off.

Because no matter how much I tried to pretend I didn’t want his attention, I did.

I wanted him to look at me – waiting for me to give him a smile or maybe ask him to look something up for me like I would have if it was Lucy sitting there instead of Soren.

Ugh, why did I have to be like this? I fucking hated it.

Rolling my shoulders back, I took a deep breath and jogged up the stairs to my father’s house, reminding myself I had other things to worry about.

He’d called me out of nowhere and asked me to join him for dinner tonight instead of on Sunday like normal.

There had to be some kind of progress on the shit with my uncle or he wouldn’t have called me in like this.

Was he finally going to ask for my help, or was this just an update?

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