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“I want to talk to you alone,” Trevor said.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I crossed my arms over my chest. I really wished Winston would leave. I didn’t want him to see this.

“That’s not true.”

“You wanted distance, remember? I broke up with you. End of story. There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t want to see you again. I moved on.”

I still had a scar the size of a football in my heart from the whole experience, but no one needed to know that. He’d called me suffocating and demanding.

“Thought maybe you didn’t see my messages.”

“I did. Not interested.”

What did he think? That I’d be available for a booty call?

“You hear her,” Winston said. His voice was calm... too calm.

“Stay out of this,” Trevor said.

“You show up here again, and I’ll get a restraining order.”

That caught Trevor’s attention. I blinked. Had Winston really said t

hat?

“Who do you think you are?” spat Trevor.

“Someone who doesn’t tolerate men like you.”

“Trevor, go away. Don’t call me, don’t show up at my workplace.”

“We have unfinished business,” Trevor insisted.

“You wanted out. With me, out is out. There’s no unfinished business here.”

Trevor took a step forward. I didn’t move, but Winston did, taking a half of a step in front of me, shielding me with his big, strong body.

“Leave!” His voice still sounded lethally calm, even though a vein was pulsing in his temple.

Trevor looked between the two of us for a few seconds before backing off and turning on his heels.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Winston said.

“Thanks. I didn’t park far away.”

He walked behind me. I could feel the heat of his body with every single step. When I reached the car, I opened my door slowly, turning to him. Damn. I’d miscalculated the distance. Winston was so close that his warm exhales breezed against my cheek.

“Has he shown up here before?” he asked.

“No.”

“I want you to tell me if he does again. Or if he bothers you at all.”

“Why? You’re really going to get a restraining order?”

“That, or I’ll kick his ass.”

I cocked a brow. Somehow, with those crisp suits, I couldn’t see it.


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