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His throat bobs as he sets it on the vanity again with a nod.

Harrison reaches into his closet and riffles through dress shirts until he chooses a navy-blue one. Ever the discerning customer, even in his own collection. Instead of putting it on, he motions at me to turn.

I hold out my arms and he helps me into the shirt. The bottom reaches halfway to my knees, and I cock my head up at him. He fastens the buttons from the bottom up, deciding to leave the top two open.

The doorbell rings downstairs, and we both straighten.

I don’t give a thought to what I’m wearing. Harrison tugs on pants and tucks his phone in his pocket before following me down the hall.

Ash sticks his head out of the guest room. “Did you hear something?”

“Probably the hospital staff bringing Leni’s equipment,” I suggest.

But as Harrison reaches for the door and pulls it wide, Ash and I flanking him, we realize our mistake.

It’s not the hospital staff.

24

HARRISON

Of all the people I expect to visit me on a given day, Eva is the least likely.

Her blond hair is limp around her face. Makeup cakes her cheeks and forehead. Her aqua-blue jumpsuit is pressed, but her posture is cowed.

Her gaze darts past my shoulder. “Harrison. I need help.”

I don’t believe her for a second. “You made your allegiances perfectly clear.”

“Let her in,” Sebastian says.

I shut the door in her face before starting to tell my brother how stupid this idea is when Raegan cuts me off.

“I agree with Ash.”

“You want Mischa’s fiancée in my house?” Disbelief drips from every word.

Rae blinks at me. “I want to give a woman in obvious distress a chance to explain herself.”

Fuck.

I jerk the door open. “If it were up to me, you’d be gone.”

“Harrison King taking orders. That’s a new one.”

I pull the door shut behind me so it’s the two of us on the step. “If you so much as look at Raegan, I’ll have you delivered back to him with a full account of where you’ve been.”

Fear flashes across her face, blinding and real, before she follows me inside.

Sebastian’s sitting at the dining table, and Raegan’s in the kitchen making tea. Still wearing my shirt.

Eva’s gaze lingers on Raegan an extra beat before she remembers what I said and looks away.

Rae comes over with a teapot and cups, then pours into each cup.

Eva accepts the tea from Rae and takes a sip. Her engagement ring blinks in the light. “He’s not the man I thought.”

I cough. “Who did you think you were marrying? A saint?”

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