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On the other side, I hear him let out a long, shaky breath.
And for the first time in years, I wonder if letting him go all those years ago wasn’t just his mistake—but mine too.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Camille: You had a ring.
Killion: Yes, I had a ring.
Camille: Where do we go from here, Kill? I . . . you can’t . . . I have a life.
Killion: You do.
Camille: I’m here temporarily.
Killion: Why are you here?
Camille: My company grew too fast. I couldn’t keep up with production and I need an investor. I mean, we haven’t signed the contract yet because I need to show that I’m indeed worth the money they plan on injecting.
Killion: So you still need the money for production?
Camille: I currently have a loan, but yes, I still need more.
Killion: I can invest.
Camille: I’m trying to avoid you. That would be stupid of me.
Killion: I know of a physical trainer who might be interested in investing.
Camille: Really? Who’s this made-up person, Kill?
Killion: Scottie.
Camille: Scottie is a physical trainer? Wasn’t she a soccer player?
Killion: She retired a couple of years ago. For someone who doesn’t like us, you seem to be keeping up with my family—a lot.
Camille: I don’t know your family. I don’t like you. But also, it’s hard to avoid the Crawfords. You’re everywhere.
Killion: That we are. So what do you say, can I connect you with Scottie?
Camille: Nope. That’d be too close to you.
Killion: Yeah, but wouldn’t you prefer someone who might be in this because she believes in your philosophy rather than just taking your money?
Camille: Don’t you use logic on me, Killion. I’m still angry at you.
Killion: I was a very stupid kid.
Camille: You had a ring.
Killion: I loved you and planned to spend therest of my life with you.
Camille: What was really your plan?
Killion: You could transfer to NYU or Columbia. If not, we could commute from Boston to New York. I don’t know, I thought . . . okay, I didn’t have a good plan. And maybe my father was a little right about the part that we weren’t ready for that.
Camille: We’ll never know.
