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I groan.

I should’ve listened to Cole and canceled. Though I’ll be damned if I ever admit it.

Chapter Forty One

Cole

The house is quiet. Too quiet.

It’s massive, filled with high ceilings and expensive furniture, but right now, it feels empty. Hollow.

I sit in my office, the glow from my desk lamp casting shadows across the room. My laptop is open in front of me, a spreadsheet pulled up on the screen, but I haven’t typed a damn thing in over an hour. I can’t focus.

Because Annie still isn’t home.

I glance at the time on my watch. It’s late. Too late.

I exhale sharply, leaning back in my chair and rubbing a hand over my jaw. Robbie went to bed hours ago. I sat with him for a while, listening to him talk about dinosaurs and his newest book before he finally fell asleep. And now, here I am, waiting.

Waiting for her.

I don’t like it.

I shouldn’t care this much. I shouldn’t be checking the clock every five damn minutes,wondering where she is. But I do.

I push back from my desk, stand, and walk toward the built-in bar across the room. I grab a glass, pour myself a drink, and take a slow sip, letting the burn settle in my chest.

Where the hell is she?

I know she’s with Noah. That much I do know.

And that alone is enough to piss me off.

I close my eyes briefly, inhaling through my nose. It’s fine. She told me she was going. She made plans with him before… before everything. I have no right to be mad about it.

And yet, I am.

I scowl down at my drink, rolling the glass between my fingers.

I’d done a lot better with this before I saw the guy. Before I had to stand there and watch Annie walk out the damn door with him.

Noah is everything I’m not.

Blond hair, blue eyes.

The same age as Annie.

Easygoing. Happy-go-lucky.

They fit.

They look like they belong together.

Like two peas in adamn pod.

I take another sip, the burn sharper this time.

And me?

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