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Her eyes cloud, and a small line forms between her eyebrows. “This has absolutely nothing to do with Jack.”

I hate the sound of his name on her lips. I hate that I’m losing her, and that maybe I deserve to.

This is the end.

I reach for her, pulling her to me and covering her lips with mine. I kiss her hard, drinking in the taste of her, the heady feeling of desire and acute want. When I release her, her breaths are quick and sharp, and her eyes are wet with tears.

Jesus.

“I’m sorry.” I start the engine, needing to put some space between us. “I had a great weekend too. Goodbye, Rachel.”

“Yeah,” I hear her say, but I don’t turn to look at her. She walks away, and I watch her go, hating her ex, and most of all, myself.

Chapter 17

You can’t give me what I want.

I wish I could stop obsessing about those words.

You can’t give me what I want.

What does she want that I can’t give her?

Because I’m damn sure whatever it is, I can do a lot better than the clown who left her crying in an elevator and pushed her straight into my arms.

At my apartment, I pour myself a drink, letting the soothing sounds of Mozart calm me as I observe the city through the living room windows.

You can’t give me what I want.

My phone rings. It’s Aidan.

“Just checking on you,” he says, sounding cheerful. “Haven’t spoken in a while. How was Europe?”

“It was okay,” I say with a sigh. “I mostly worked.”

“Do you ever stop?”

I snort. “You’re one to talk.”

I hear him chuckle. “Give Rachel my best.”

Rachel.

You can’t give me what I want.

I mutter something under my breath.

“What?” Aidan asks.

“Nothing,” I lie. “I’ll give her your best.”

There’s a pause on his side. “Ookay.”

I’m not usually the kind of person who needs to unburden about my love life, and I don’t plan to start now. “I was about to go to bed. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

I realize after the call that I didn’t ask him about his work on the play.

Too focused on your own misery, Landon.


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