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I blink, trying to clear my vision because there is no way that this isn’t some kind of hallucination.

Maybe I inhaled some of the glitter and it’s messing with my brain.

When my eyes open again, he’s still standing there, his emerald-green eyes searching mine.

“What the fuck?” I whisper, mostly to myself because there’s a six foot one, cowboy who definitely doesn’t belong here, standing on my doorstep.

“Liv? Who is it?” I hear footfalls coming down the stairs behind me and my shoulders tense as his eyes flick over my shoulder.

I don’t need to turn around to know Carter is about as dressed as I am. And it doesn’t take a mind reader to see the wheels turning in Grayson’s head as he looksbetween the two of us.

Fuck.

CHAPTER 55

GRAYSON

Red.

That’s all I see as I look between the love of my life, dressed in nothing but a flimsy robe and the half-naked man standing behind her.

Liv says something, but I don’t hear her over the whooshing in my ears as the rage takes over. My legs have a mind of their own as they carry me through the door and straight to the man staring at me with wide eyes.

The second I reach him, I don’t hesitate.

My arm rears back before snapping forward, my fist colliding with his jaw with a satisfying crunch. The prick grunts, cupping his jaw and stumbling backwards. I follow him, ready to throw another punch, but a hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me.

“What in the ever-loving fuck do you think you’re doing?” Liv screams at me, her blue eyes burning with a fury I have never seen before.

I whirl on her. “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck areyoudoing, Liv?” I point at the asshole behind me.

Her eyes widen in anger as she squares her shoulders, ready for a fight. “I,”she points at her chest, “am packing up my dead parent’s house – which you just barged into, by the way.”

I scoff as I look her up and down in disgust. “Doesn’t look like much packing is happening.”

Her mouth drops open in outrage and her eyes narrow at me. “I beg your pardon?”

The slimy little prick behind me decides now is the time to pipe up. “I’m gonna get dressed and get out of your hair.”

Liv’s face softens as she looks over my shoulder and I turn, scowling at him as I size him up. He’s bigger by a few inches and has at least fifty pounds of muscle on me. I don’t give a fuck.

“You don’t have to go anywhere, Carter,” she says, stepping around me.

“The fuck he doesn’t,” I snap, reaching my hand out and pulling her back to me.

She glares at me over her shoulder, yanking her arm from my grip andCarteruses the opportunity to disappear up the stairs.

Liv pushes against my chest in rage, but her strength is no match for mine and I stay unmoving. I cock my head at her. “This what you’ve come back for?”

Her eyes search mine before she breaks into maniacal laughter. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?”

She lets out a frustrated growl as she storms past me and opens a door to a room off the hallway and steps inside. I follow behind her and my feet pause in the doorway as I take in the bare room.

Boxes are piled up high in the corner, each one labelled with different categories and my stomach drops.

“Thisis what I’ve been doing, Grayson. Not that I owe you a fucking thing.” She steps closer, the look on her face full of violence. “That man you just punched?” she points to the stairs, “is myfriend.”

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