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Which is only humorous because he’s wearing the gangster outfit.Otherwise, my heart breaks because a part of me wants him to fight for me.
But he won’t.
He never will.
CHAPTER THIRTY
MASON
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I’ve drunk way toomuch every night this week since watching Lexi walk inside her apartment building, and my head is pounding.
I stayed away from On The Rocks as she asked but have spent that time searching the internet for answers.
What happened at Harrow?
Next week I’m going to hire a private detective.I’m in love with her and need to know what the fuck is going on.
Every day I disbelieve Harrow more.
There is no way Lexi stole.
Con artists are clever, you never know.
This is why I’ve drunk so much.
One half of me wants to trust her and go get my girl, the other half —the one who learned from Sandy that there are women in the world who will go to great lengths for money—plays like a record in my head, warning me away.
I know Lexi plans to leave, but if I can learn what happened and then talk to her...perhaps...fuck, she could be the woman I spend my life with.
Head throbbing, I stand beside Sebastian waiting for Emily and her bridesmaids to arrive.
Today is Emily and Sebastian’s day; everything else can wait until next week.
One day a woman will come along who fits into your world, and you’ll know she’s the one.
