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I glance back at the men headed straight for us.

Shit.

“Goldie, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“No, you don’t know what you’re doing. Don’t ever touch me again. I did everything I could to get away from Dex. You dragged me back in and confirmed you’re one of them.”

She turns and disappears between two cars. I don’t move as I watch her run two rows over on her heels, her dark wavy hair flowing behind her.

“Trouble in paradise?”

I turn to the men who call themselves security. “Just watching my fiancée make it safely to her car since we had to meet here. I’m protective like that.”

The other lifts his chin. “I bet.”

“Tell Dex I look forward to his call.”

I yank my phone from my pocket, hit go, and move the opposite way through the parking lot.

Brax answers before it has time to ring twice and doesn’t bother greeting me. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“You really suck at undercover work,” Brax adds.

“I acted on the fly and have what I need. That’s all that matters,” I mutter.

“And in the process you hung Ms. Carter out to dry. Nicely done, your highness,” Micah pipes in. “But you probably don’t give a shit.”

I unlock my car and climb in. “Start sorting those phone numbers. I’ll be back at the office eventually.”

I can’t listen to their shit another moment. I hang up and toss the cell to the passenger seat.

I have Dex’s phone number and everyone else he works with. We might have a mountain of numbers to sort through, but we have them.

And Dex Carter stated that he wants me to clean his money on the record. That’s enough for warrants and wires and whatever else I need to do to gather more evidence.

But Brax and Micah are right. I might’ve done what I could to cover for her, but there’s no way she’ll take my call again. And her brother is going to call me to talk business and is expecting to see his sister.

Myfiancée.

A woman I kissed and didn’t hate it.

I hit the steering wheel as I put it in drive. “Fuck!”

6

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Goldie

“No, Mom, I’m sure. I’m done with Miami. I’ll call you when I’m on the road.”

“You know I want you home, darlin’. But are you sure? This isn’t like you. Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened,” I lie, holding my cell to my ear with my shoulder as I throw clothes into garbage bags. After what happened last night, I can’t wait, and I can’t afford a moving company. I’ll take what will fit into my old Honda Civic and leave the rest. “It’s time. I thought Miami was the perfect fresh start, but I was wrong. I don’t belong here.”

“You’re worrying me. Your lease isn’t up for months. This isn’t like you to turn your back on your commitments. I raised you better than that. And you had that wedding coming up that you were so hopeful about. That man who wants to marry off his dying aunt, right? I have a good feeling about that one.”

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