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I shot a glance at Darius, who was smirking like he just won the lottery, then back at Dimitri.

"Seriously? You both are brothers? Shut. Up."

Dimitri just laughed, clinking his glass with Darius like they were celebrating some inside joke.

Great, just great. Newsflash: I always thought Darius was a lone wolf with that attitude of his.

"So, you're the older one... Right?"

He nodded, confirming my hunch.

"Now... your name, beautiful lady?"

"Someone's in a hurry... It's Amery Rowan… I mean Amery Shen. Nice to meet you."

We exchanged a quick handshake, and out of nowhere, Dimitri asked me to dance.

I glanced back at Ro, who was completely ignoring me, like I was a ghost haunting him.

My Ro used to care.

"I'm waiting, Amy," Dimitri urged, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the dance floor like I was his prized possession.

Ro's hand, which once rested on my thigh, vanished into thin air, but I didn’t bother looking back.

I let Dimitri lead me into a couple's dance position, and we swayed to the music.

He twisted me.

He turned me around.

Honestly, he was the best dance partner I’d ever had, especially since Ro despised dancing like it was a plague.

"So, what do you do to pass the time in this town?" he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

I shared about my auto shop and my life in LA before moving here with Ro. He seemed genuinely intrigued, and that made me feel good inside.

I found myself opening up, talking about my daily routine and even offering him discounts if he spread the word about my services to his colleagues.

But Willow Crest, while not tiny in population, felt small in other ways.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, interrupting my moment with this handsome guy. I mean, every woman deserves to be treated well, whether it’s by her partner or not. I was enjoying myself.

"Who the hell—"

"Your husband, Mrs. Rowan." His icy blue eyes were swirling with something dark. The contrast of his rugged build only added to the tension.

His gaze locked onto Dimitri, and I instinctively pushed him away a bit.

"Ro."

His eyes turned to me, fierce and commanding.

I swallowed hard.

"We're leaving, Mrs. Rowan."

Chapter Seven

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