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“I’m here to drop off some of his things.” With a bite of her bottom lip, she goes on. “He left them at my place. I thought tonight would be a perfect night to bring them over.”

Walking away from the open apartment door, I fetch my purse and jacket before I head right back in the same direction. “He’s on the phone.”

She nods as if that’s not news to her. “It figures. I’ll make myself comfortable while I wait for him.”

Running away isn’t something I do, but I need fresh air. Whatever’s in that bag in Darcy’s hand is part of the relationship they once shared.

I don’t need to hang around and watch the exchange of memories.

“I’ll tell Wolf you had somewhere else to be.” Her voice is laced with amusement. “It was good to see you again.”

I can’t say the same, so I exit the apartment and close the door behind me, leaving Liam and one of his ex-girlfriends behind.

Chapter 19

Liam

Did I step into a fucking time machine that’s transported me eight months into the past?

Why is Darcy sitting on my sofa and not Athena?

I close my eyes, praying that when I reopen them, I’ll see the woman I want to spend the night with in front of me.

I crack open one eyelid.

Fuck. I’m still looking at Darcy.

“Wolf!” She bounces to her feet. “There you are.”

I ignore the fact that she’s running her hands over the front of the tight red T-shirt she’s wearing.

“Where’s Athena?” I bark the question out as I look around the room.

Her purse isn’t where she dumped it when she came out of the washroom before my call.

Shit. She’s not here.

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“Your friend left.” Darcy jerks a thumb at the apartment door. “I needed time alone with you.”

For what?

“How did you get into the building?” I brush past her on my way to the door. Swinging it open, I look to the left and the right, hoping that I’ll catch Athena, but the corridor is empty.

“One of your neighbors held the lobby door for me.” Darcy laughs. “He said he remembered that I’m a close friend of yours.”

She’s not. She’s an ex that scared the living hell out of me when she started tailing me. I couldn’t turn around without running straight into her.

Here at home.

At the gym.

My office.

You name it. If I was there, Darcy was close behind.

I ended it with the threat of a restraining order if she didn’t keep her distance. My oldest brother, Sebastian, a sergeant with the NYPD, followed that up with a visit to her office encouraging her to move on. I didn’t ask him to do it, but I thanked him for it.


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