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He loved me? Two weeks had passed. Two long weeks of me suffering a pain that touched the very core of my soul. Two weeks where he’d thought I wasn’t coming for him. Two fucking weeks.

I snatched up the letter and trotted toward Landon’s office. My heart felt like it might explode. Was he still waiting? Had he given up on me?

I didn’t knock. I stormed straight into his office like I owned the place.

He looked up at me long and hard, and said, “You aren’t quitting on me, Seth. The hurt you’re feeling will pass. I promise. I can’t believe you’ve lived this long without having your heart broken. Consider yourself lucky, most of us have been through it double-digit times by the time we reach our late twenties.”

“I need to take some time off, Landon,” I said, my voice sounding strange because of the excitement I wasn’t even trying to contain.

He closed his laptop and asked, “Why?”

“There’s been a misunderstanding. I need to see Baker. No, it can’t wait, so don’t even suggest it. I’m going home, grabbing a bag, and heading straight to the airport. You’re gonna have to either deal with it or fire me.”

He laughed. “You’re going to see Agent Daley?”

“Damned straight, I am,” I answered. I felt the stupidest grin on my face but could care less if I looked like a lovesick moron. I was.

He picked up his briefcase, shoved his laptop inside, and said, “Well, in that case, I’ve been authorized to use the company jet.” He stood up and started toward me. “I’ll call the airport on the way and it should be ready to leave by the time we go by both our houses and grab what we need.” He passed by me and headed straight for the elevator. “You coming?” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Hell, yeah, I am,” I answered. “The company jet? How did my personal life rate the company jet?” I didn’t really care, I was just thankful I’d get to Baker even sooner.

As the elevator doors slid together, Landon said, “Oh, honey. I don’t think it wasyourpersonal life that scored the jet.”

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