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I scrub my hand over my face.

Once I get Margot in my arms, I’ll sort through the complicated web.

She’ll help me make sense of everything—help me form a plan.

She always does.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Jigsaw

Physically,I’m wrecked. Running on fumes. But everything else? Wired. Buzzing with the need to get home. To see Margot.

So desperate to touch her, I dropped a fuck-ton of cash on the next first-class flight out.

Don’t think I’ve ever wanted to see someone so bad in my life.

Every muscle in my body strains, silently begging the plane to move faster.

Even the extra legroom in first class isn’t enough—still feels like a cage, leaving me cramped, twitchy, and ready to crawl out of my skin.

Six goddamn hours of white-knuckling the armrest and trying not to throttle the chatterbox next to me who won’t shut the fuck up about how much he won in Vegas.

I bet I won more.

Teller was sure Griff would take it in the third, so I put that porn money I’ve been earning from the club to good use.

Pretty sure I’m going car shopping the second I get home.

“Good afternoon and welcome to Empire, New York. The weather?—”

Thank fuck.

I blow out a long breath and gather my shit. Phone, earbuds, backpack. Shoulder’s stiff, back’s aching, but I’m moving like someone lit a fire under my ass.

Could’ve hugged the annoying fuck next to me when he stepped back and let me grab my shit out of the overhead compartment first.

The second my boots hit the jet bridge, I’m already reaching for my phone. No new texts from Margot, but that’s fine. I can see where she is on my phone.

Right where she’s supposed to be.

Where I’m headed now.

There.

On the other side of the security gate.

The second my gaze lands on Margot, I’m done. Absolutely feral to get my hands on her.

No more.I can’t be away from her this long again. I can barely function like a normal human.

She’s wearing a black long-sleeved shirt underneath a black-and-pink plaid dress. The dress is tight up top, showing off her perfect breasts, but the skirt’s loose and flowy, only hinting at her curves underneath. Her shiny black heels give her a little height.

I throw my bags on the floor and scoop her up into my arms immediately.

She lets out a happy squeak of surprise and throws her arms around my neck. “Welcome home!”

I answer by smashing my lips against hers.

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