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Rage hits my chest like a freight train. Had he threatened her? Hurt her? My fists clench. If he dared to hurt her even a little, I’ll fucking kill him. I already wanted to when I found out why Brooke left him, but I was reeling from her apology, and a part of me was happy she was hurting.

I wince. You’re a terrible person, Blaze Grayson.

How had I not seen it before?

And how the fuck do I fix things now?

Before I realize it, I’m digging my phone out of my pocket and calling Dominic. He answers after a couple rings, his voice alert. Odd—it’s the middle of the night.

“Hey. Something wrong?”

“You were right. Fuck, you were right, Dom. And I don’t know what to do.”

I hear him let out a long breath. “I take it she told you?”

“Told me what?”

Dom groans. “I take it she didn’t. Typical.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Not my place, Blaze. Ask her. Now what made you come to your goddamned senses at one in the morning?”

“It doesn’t matter. All that does is that you’re right. And I don’t know how to fix things. What am I supposed to do? I can’t lose her again.” And I’m terrified that I’m too late.

There’s nothing but silence on the other line for a moment. And then Dominic says, “I think I have an idea.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

BROOKE

I WAKE UP with another text from David, telling me that he has something important that we need to talk about. I ignore him—and finally block the bastard.

What surprises me is who the second text I got is from.

Dominic: We need to talk. Call me tonight.

Brooke: Will do.

I get ready for the day, taking my time in the shower. The master bedroom door is closed, so I can only hope that Blaze is finally sleeping.

Downstairs, I feed Angel and make myself some breakfast quietly. Blaze comes down an hour or so later, already dressed in a black suit that I have to stop myself from staring at.

“Are you not going into work today?” I say from the couch as he pours himself a bowl of cereal. None of his work suits are that color.

Of course, I already know he’s not going to Grayson Security. For the foreseeable future, I’m his work.

He pauses, and the cereal box collapses under his grip.

“Blaze? Are you okay?”

He sets the box down, trying to straighten it out with a frown. “I... I have to do something today. And after that, I think we should talk.”

“Okay.” My toes curl. Nothing good ever comes from that phrase. And after last night, I don’t even know what to expect.

“Charlie and I are getting married today. Have to be at the courthouse in an hour.”

The food in my stomach sours. “Oh.”

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