He leaned in, his chest an inch from mine as he held my gaze. “I will always care about you, Abbie Spears. Don’t you ever fucking forget that, and don’t you ever—fucking ever—thank me for doing so,” he clipped, his minty breath hitting my lips. “Beau—” “Now, because you’re you and I seem to only have patience for brunettes with deep brown eyes and a fucking attitude, I’m going to give you three minutes to pack your shit. Got it?” I shook my head, my hands balling into fists at my side. “Beau, I’m not going anywhere. I have work.” “Take a fucking vacation,” he returned in a no-room-for-argument
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