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I grab my bag, throw my purse inside, and pick up my water. “Thank you for taking me and doing what you can to find the person after us, but there’s nothing to figure out. I am who I need to be for Chase. I have no other choice. And I need to be tougher than ever after this week.”

I climb out of his car and make my way through the heavy, summer air to my office when I hear a door slam and his locks beep. “Evie, wait.”

I don’t wait, but he’s hot on my heels, through the waiting room and follows me straight to my office.

He runs into me when I stop at the threshold. Vincent is standing in the middle of the room talking to Andrew.

I glare at the two men who have invaded my private office uninvited. “What are you doing here?”

Andrew turns his angry gaze to me. “I heard my security detail was sleeping on the job and you fired him. I feel like shit and came right over here to check on you when I found out. Dad said he arranged someone else. I ran into Vincent in the waiting room, and I’m grilling him on why you’re out of his sight.” Andrew looks from my hip to the man over my shoulder. “Who is he?”

I step out of Micah’s hold. Him touching me in the middle of a funeral is very different than doing it in front of my brother. Andrew might be one of the sharpest corporate attorneys in the city, but he’s also the family blabbermouth.

Point being, my father showing up at my house this morning before sunrise.

“This is Special Agent Micah Emmett. He’s the reason Jeff is in jail. And he was with me the whole time I was gone. Don’t yell at Vincent.”

Andrew holds out his hand to Micah. “I appreciate what you’ve done for our family. The sooner we get rid of that cocksucker, the better.”

I throw my bag in my chair. “Seriously. There’s an exam room next door, and these walls are not exactly soundproof.”

Andrew puts a hand up and lowers his voice. “Sorry. But he is a cocksucker.”

“Evie.” Naomi peeks around the corner and knocks on the door jamb. “You’re fifteen minutes behind schedule.”

My head falls back and I look at the ceiling. My office is not big enough for this kind of get together.

“Are you good to stick with her for the rest of the day?” Micah asks Vincent.

“Yep. I’m pulling a twelve-hour shift and have a replacement coming tonight.”

“They’d better stay awake,” Andrew warns. “I fired the guy from last night after you fired him. If I could kick his ass to the curb a third time, I would.”

I grab the tablet from my desk and push through the crowd. “I’ve got to get back to work. If you could all see yourselves out, that would be nice.”

Andrew moves across the room and gives me a peck on the cheek. “I filed your divorce papers and paid the extra fees to have it rushed. If Jeff doesn’t sign them, I’ll meet with the judge. You’ll be single before you know it.”

“I’ll be in the waiting room studying everyone that comes through the doors,” Vincent assures me and follows Andrew out.

I’m on my way to my first patient of the afternoon as my stomach growls, but Micah blocks my way. It’s everything I can do to not fall at his feet and thank him for coming with me today or punch him for being such an ass for calling me tough as nails, as if that’s a bad thing.

I frown up at the beast of man who was so sweet to me during a funeral. “I’m late.”

He puts a hand high on the door jamb and leans his head down a couple inches. It’s not lost on me that this is exactly the way men in rom coms stand before they’re about to kiss a woman.

A kiss.

Damn.

When it comes to kisses, my lips might be as dusty as my vagina. It’s been just that long.

But he does not kiss me. Why would he?

He does, however, remind me of my shit-show life. “I’ve got someone at the PD pulling your report. I’ll go over it and call you.”

“You’ll call me,” I echo. Calling isn’t as good as being wrapped in his thick arm. “I appreciate it.”

He stares at me for two long beats before I feel his exhale brush my face.

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