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Then, I realize I don’t care. I don’t care what anyone has to say about us. The dramatics, the back-and-forth of it all. They can think whatever they want. So, with my fingers over the keys, I lock my phone and shove it in my pocket.

“Not even curious?” Easton asks, and I glance at his phone, seeing he’s texting Weston.

“Not an iota,” I tell him. “If Carlee wrote something for us, we’re golden. I know my best friend. Her words are her weapon, and she uses them for good in a world of lies.”

Easton shoves his phone into his pocket when the car slows outside the diamond in the sky. “We need to be at the office in two hours.”

“We?” I ask.

“I’d love for you to join me, darling, considering it involves you.”

46

EASTON

Since meeting her: 52 days

Company takeover: ?

Married: 33 days

After showering and dressing, the two of us take a car to the office in Manhattan. It’s afternoon, and the buildings shine and sparkle. We don’t say much on the way there, and it’s ominous.

Weston instructed me to arrive at fifteen until two in the large boardroom with Alexis in hand. The boardroom can easily accommodate fifty people when needed. While we could walk directly into the lion’s den, Weston wouldneverdo that to me.

As soon as we step out of the elevator, Taelor approaches us. My brother must have called everyone in today. “I’m glad to see you two are back from the dead. Weston’s waiting for you.”

Lexi and I walk through that building like I fucking own it. Ishould.

Before we enter, I stop, giving her my attention. “No matter what happens today, I choose you.”

“Same,” she whispers.

The uneasiness in the air is thick.

“Ready?” I ask.

She grabs my hand. “Yes.”

I suck in a deep breath and push open the door. When we walk inside, Weston is sitting at the head of the table. Thankfully, it’s only us. He checks his watch and stands.

“Wonderful to see you both alive and healthy,” he says with a smile. “Did you have fun?”

“Actually, yeah,” I tell him. “Wasn’t ready to cut it short.”

Moments later, the door bursts open and my father enters. I see the stress on his face. Two steps, and he’s wrapping me in his arms, hugging me tight.

“What is wrong with you? We thought …” He glances at Lexi. “We thought the both of you were gone.” His voice falls an octave lower, and I can see the guilt and shame written on his face.

Good.He deserves to feel that way after how he treated me the last time we spoke.

“It’s almost like you care,” I say, and it comes out heartless.

He acts hurt, but I have no more fucks to give.

Before the conversation can continue, the board of directors floods in behind him. Derrick enters and stops when he sees me with Lexi, and I don’t like how he lingers on her. She leans into me as if I’ll protect her from his beady fucking eyes. I will.

When everyone is in their usual places, Weston smooths his hand over his suit jacket and stares at the door.

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