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When we reach Beckett’s door, a female officer lets us in.

I step inside the office and freeze.

Certain I just walked into the jaws of hell, I stumble backward, ready to run for my life, but I only end up bumping into Clyde.

“Careful, there, Miss Buchanan,” he says, closing strong hands over my shoulders to prevent my fall.

I blink.

What the hell?

I blink again.

This can’t be happening.

I blink once more.

I’m losing my mind.

This is a mirage.

I blink a fourth time for good measure.

No, it’s not.

Why are you doing this to me, God?

The last person I ever expected to see is standing in my boyfriend’s office, surrounded by officers, with her hands behind her back.

“Mariah?!”

“Hey, Nerdy Ari.”

God, I hate her.

“It’s me,” she says before flipping her hair back. The ends of her long extensions whip against an officer’s arm. She doesn’t look impressed.

It doesn’t jump out at me at first, but now it does.

Why is Mariah wearing a trench coat and thigh-high boots in this heat?

The damn coat is so short, why even bother?

“Your cousin came all the way from Silicon Valley for a visit,” Beckett says.

I tear my gaze away from my smirking cousin’s face and shift my attention to my boyfriend.

“Wh—wh—what’s going on here?”

“We”—Beckett waves a finger at my cousin—“spent the last half hour getting to know each other better. Isn’t that right, Mariah?”

My existence wilts a little. Okay, a lot.

She lifts her chin up with a stubborn head jerk in response. When she does, the upper part of her trench coat opens, revealing what she’s wearing underneath.

A see-through top. Of course.

Dread courses through my veins.

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