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He drops his arms and cuts the distance between us until he’s leering down at me so close I can smell his sweat-soaked shirt. His eyes roam over my body before his hand comes up to claim a lock of my hair in his fingers.

He twists it.

I swallow over the lump in my throat and squeeze my arm to my side when I feel it vibrate with a notification.

“Dr. Evita Litchfield in the flesh. You know, I wondered how things went to shit so fast for my business. It wasn’t until I got a text from your husband’s attorney this afternoon that I put it together. Do you know what he had to say?”

I should probably keep my mouth shut, but the sheer fact he called Jeff myhusband, pisses me off. That anger lights something in me and I find my voice. “You must have me confused with someone else. I’m not married.”

His light eyes snap to me, and his yellowed teeth instantly come into view when he sneers. “Semantics.”

My jaw goes hard.

Teddy reaches around and pulls a cell from his back pocket. After a few swipes of the screen, he turns it around for me to see.

Oh shit.

All the oxygen escapes my body. I’m left empty.

I stare at the screen. It’s a picture of Micah and me. I’m in the same dress I put on just for him this morning. His lips are glued to mine, and his strong hand is cupping my ass.

It was a goodbye kiss.

And a grope.

All of it was perfect.

I remember not caring where we were or who saw. I was deliriously happy.

That seems like a lifetime ago.

In reality, it was only about four hours ago.

We’d just had lunch and were going our separate ways. I was going back to see my afternoon patients in clinic and he was headed to court. We made plans for tonight.

My eyes well with tears wondering if we’ll ever get a chance to introduce Chase toThe Sandlotin the media room with popcorn and candy. Those were our plans for the evening. It was going to be perfect.

“See there?” he drawls. I’m forced to look up at him when he slides the phone back into his pocket. “Now you get it.”

Shit.

The only thing I get is that I have to find a way to get back to Chase and Micah.

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Micah

I grabBrax’s comm from the dashboard when the dispatcher radios the last location her cell hit and let them know we’re on our way.

Security from the hospital told me they found her phone in a million pieces on the garage floor. Thank God she carries a separate one for work.

They also explained in detail what happened to her and emailed a screenshot zoomed in of Teddy Koening.

The fucking ghost who was so good at laying low. I couldn’t find him … had no idea where the fucker was.

But now he has the woman I’m going to marry.

My plan was to take it slow. The ink is still wet on her divorce papers.

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