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The idea of spending a week with seven hundred people I barely knew made me want to crawl into a hole and die.
But like I said, my good judgment paled when it came to her. Jordan and Ayana. The happy fucking couple. Something unspooled in my gut—a slow, insidious poison that crawled into my throat and made me choke. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t dispel it because of them. Because they were getting married. Because I saw her first. Because she was his when she should be mine.
“My advice is to listen, be patient, and never, ever rearrange your wife’s books without permission.”
“Why would you rearrange her books?” Xavier looked appalled. “That’s rule number one of being in a relationship, married or not. Don’t touch their shit. If I tried to reorganize Sloane’s stuff, I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be dead.”