grab a coffee. Catch up.” The last time I spoke a single word to this girl was right after I set that yacht on fire. I was getting it from all angles—Killian, Rath, my father, Daniel—and I told her the next time I saw her, I’d be lighting a match to something she loved. I’ve never meant anything more. A figure moves next to Genevieve and I jerk my eyes up to find Story has arrived. She and Gen glance at one another, and I see the recognition flicker across my ex’s face. “Hey, sexy,” I say, the words cool and easy as I rise from the bench, towering over them both. “Finished already?” “Yeah,
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