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“Number one: Does this person make me happy?”

“Okay, that makes sense.”

“Question number two: Do I make this person happy?”

“Doesn’t that go without saying?”

“Oh, Mason, you really are a sweetheart underneath all that piss and vinegar, but no, it doesn’t go without saying for most people.”

“So what’s the third question?”

“Does this woman make me want to be the best man possible, because that’s what she deserves?”

I sat up straight in my chair. It was so clear how I felt about Megan, now.

I loved her.

She made me happy. I made her happy, too, until I fucked the whole thing up. And most of all, she did make me want to be a better man.

Because Megan deserved nothing but the best.

I got on the phone with my assistant and arranged for the limo to be brought around. I had a job to do.

Even if Megan wouldn’t take me back—I hated to admit that possibility, but it was there like the elephant in the room—I had to undo the harm I’d unwittingly caused by using a bad man as my proxy.

If she deserved better, then I was going to be better.

Even if she didn’t take me back, I was still going to make sure she got what she deserved.

The best.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Megan

I texted Junebug to beg for the use of his mother’s van again. I wasn’t positive I could remain calm on the phone. I might have gone into another ranting and raving fit.

hey, is ur mom off work today?

I waited while the three little dots did their undulating dance.

yeah, she is. why? need the van for something?

I sighed and tapped out my reply.

yeah. brian is being a total dick and has shut down my exhibition. i have to go and reclaim my paintings before brian throws them out in the street

The three dots danced for a very long time. I got the impression he was typing things, and then deleting them and trying again.

i hate to say i told u so… so i wont. you should have ur rich boyfriend hire somebody to beat that guy up or something

I winced in pain wrenching my gut. I figured there was no point in not spilling the beans. I was a rip-the-band-aid off quickly kind of girl.

unfortunately, hes not my boyfriend any longer. and in fact is the reason i have to cancel the show

wtf is brian jealous or something?

no, mason wanted to buy one of my portraits and that was all he apparently ever wanted from me

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