“In less than two months, the restaurant will be permanently closed. Cal is probably looking for long-term.” Row’s jaw ticked in annoyance. “Two months from now, I’ll be leaving. I’m flying back to New York January first, so actually, this is perfect,” I countered. “Of course, you are.” He scrubbed his face, muttering, “Shit.” “What now?” I sighed. Was there anything I did that he didn’t find appalling? “I’m flying to London the same day,” he explained. “Why, what a coincidence!” Rhyland looked between us, amusement adorning his sculpted face. “You can share an Uber to the airport. In the
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