“No. I just thought it’d be nice to have a base that isn’t under Dante’s roof—” “No. You won’t leave her here, not with him.” I spin on my heel to face him. “What? Who?” He doesn’t move a muscle. “Uncle Al’s fiancee. You can’t take your eyes off her. Staring at her like a lion spotting his prey in the bush. I know you better than you know yourself. You flew in to the Coast because you’re haunted by some unfinished business there. You’re a smart man, so whatever you came back for you’d have figured it in a weekend and flown back to London the first chance you got, if that’s what you wanted to
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