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He steps away.

“FUCK!” He runs his hand through his hair once more as he looks at the caller ID. Then he answers.

“Molly.”

While he’s on the phone, I use the opportunity to escape, even though I know it’s only temporary.

This is unfinished business. He has me in his sights now.

Push him away. Wait. Push him away. Wait.

Then when the time is right, reel him in.

It was always the method I was going to adopt because Eoin O’Connell doesn’t like being denied. The wordnodoesn’t exist in his vocabulary. Not for the man surrounded by yes-people.

Everything is going according to plan. Which is just as well, as I’m not sure there’s anywhere I could run where he wouldn’t find me now.

I need to get out of here. I need to regroup. I silently curse the unwelcome situation I find myself in.

This was never meant to be a two-way street. It was meant to be a one-way ticket for him straight to karma-ville.

I just pray to God that my plan doesn’t backfire leaving me the one burned.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

EOIN

Eoin's Apartment, Hudson Yards, New York

“You leftthe function before it had barely begun. Why is that?”

I pose the question the moment she answers her phone, which she did after one ring, I suspect because she now realizes the inevitability of our situation.

That I always get what I want in the end.

It’s exactly the same as what she wants, so I’m not sure what her problem is. Not that she’ll ever admit to it.

“You obviously did the same if you’re no longer there. Why don’t you ask yourself that very same question.”

“I didn’t ask for a smart-mouthed reply. I asked why you left.”

I pour myself a whiskey and throw it back in one. I’m still cursing Molly for calling when she did. Her timing was fucking impeccable as always. My wife’s pouty little mouth was mine for the claiming, along with anything else I wanted.

She was putty in my hands.

“I achieved what I needed to. I introduced Aidan to Rod. They hit it off, which is what I hoped would happen. Maybe now Rod will deal with the Dusters direct, and I won’t have to play piggy in the middle. Molly can then stop insinuating that I’m entering you into shitty contracts.”

I ignore her as she blatantly tries to change the subject. I have no interest in Molly, Rod, or La eMe right now. My only interest is in her.

“Why. Did. You. Leave?”

“I had a headache.”

The glass I was holding shatters against the opposite wall on impact. She’s lying to me. And to herself. Again. I don’t want her fucking lies.

“I want your truths.”

“You want my truths? Okay. Here’s the truth. An insane Irishman followed me into the restroom and manhandled me, so I left.”

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