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“Um… Ewan?”

Our eyes connect as I say no to another sip of coffee

“That’s his name.”

“What about his last name?” I insist.

“Yeah. I don’t know it as I just said. But I can get it for you if you want me to.”

I gesture immediately.

“No, no. I was just asking. I don’t need to know his name. We were only making conversation.”

“Okay….” she says, and stretches in her seat before yawning. “I think I need to go to sleep. I’m spent,” she says, a happy smile on her face. “I’ll talk to you when I get back, yeah?”

“Sure.”

“All right. Merry Christmas to you, and let me know if there are issues at the club.”

“Merry Christmas to you, too. I will for sure.”

Moments later, we end the call and I slide back in my seat, looking at my phone like it’s my enemy.

I wish I could get a text message from him.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

It would.

But it won’t happen.

That’s fine.

Despite the caffeine dripping through my blood, I feel ready to go to bed. I grab my phone, then change my mind and plug it into the kitchen to recharge.

A new alert hints at a notification, but I’m too lazy to check the message. It’s from Sammy.

I’ll read it when I wake up.

It’s probably nothing.

With that thought in mind, I go to bed, and quickly after, I sleep like a baby for eight hours straight.

30

EWAN

I’m late,and it’s not like me.

I slept four hours last night.

For the most part, I couldn’t sleep. Then I took care of some business in the morning, met with Ezra, had his new stuff delivered, and went to the office in the afternoon before returning home, changing, and heading to her place.

The evening has already set in when I enter her street and peer at her house in the distance.

The lights are on, so she’s still home.

I pull up the car in front of her place, climb out, and walk to her door.

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