A roar bursts from deep in my chest. In a single move, I launch to my feet and swipe everything off my desk onto the floor with a loud crash. I collapse back into my chair, my breathing harsh in the quiet of the room. “I’ll have Agnes come and clean up.” Pierce steps toward the door to call in my housekeeper. “No,” I bark. “I’ll take care of it.” He pivots back to me. “What’s going on, Jacob? Aside from the fact that we’re heading back to New York.” There’s not a soul on this planet I trust more than the man standing across the room. He chose to exile himself with me seven years ago. Right
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