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Unicorn poop!

That was it. There was no getting through to either of them.

“It is the way this works,” Tobias said. “Go upstairs, Immy. Pack a bag, we’re leaving.”

“Call Sampson,” Jenner bossed.

Stuff this.

Turning, she ran toward the stairs.

Stuff the pair of them. They could yell at each other but that didn’t mean she was going to stand around and listen to them.

They were both pig-headed jerks!

Yep, jerks!

Opening the door to her room, she heaved in a breath and grabbed her phone out of her handbag, plugging it into the charger.

There was a knock on the door, but she ignored it. She’d locked her door already.

“Immy, let me in, baby. Please.”

Nope.

Not happening.

“I’m sorry about what happened downstairs. I was . . . I’ve been worried about you all afternoon and everything exploded out of me. It wasn’t right. I just want to check that you’re all right.”

Okay, a part of her felt bad for not answering the door. But another part of her just wasn’t certain that she could hold her temper back. So it was probably better to stay quiet.

“All right, baby. I’ll give you some time. I’m just . . . I’m fucking sorry. I’m trying to be a better man for you and all I seem to be doing is fucking things up.”

A better man for her? She froze. What did that mean?

She heard him move away before she could work up the courage to ask.

Then she began to pace. But the more she paced, the worse this feeling of . . . of anger, of frustration, of nothing being right began to grow. Until she wanted to explode!

Immy knew she couldn’t stay here. She was going to go insane. She opened the bedroom door, but she couldn’t hear them arguing.

Had they gone outside? Or had both of them stormed off.

Whatever.

She wasn’t sticking around.

Turning, she quickly grabbed her handbag and phone. She’d finish charging her phone in her car.

On her way to the bar.

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Tobias stared angrily down at the swimming pool.

That had gotten fucked up quick.

And why? Why had he exploded like that?

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