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“Joseph, what are you doing here?”

“I had to see you and you won’t answer my calls.”

“I blocked your number over a year ago.”

“Figured that and?—”

“Wait, are you the one blowing up my phone from an unknown number?”

The guilt on his face is my answer.

“That’s creepy, Joseph.”

“I needed to contact you.”

“Why?”

“Because my life went to shit.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“These last few weeks have been fucking hell.”

He steps forward and I step back right as my phone rings with Talon’s ringtone. I blunder to answer, missing the call, but the phone immediately rings again.

“Hey—”

“That the motherfucker?” The anger radiating from the phone sends a tremor over my skin.

“How’d you know?—”

“Answer me, that him?”

My eyes scan the area and land on two small devices in the corners of my entrance.

“Did you put cameras on my house?” I screech.

Joseph jerks, squinting over his shoulder.

“Willow?” Talon’s patience snaps. “Is that fucking him?”

“Yes, but he is leaving.”

“Stay where you are. Don’t dare go inside. I’m on my way.”

The line goes dead and I blow out a breath. “You better go.”

“Who was that?”

“None of your business.”

His shoulders slump and he runs his hand through his disheveled hair. “I messed everything up.”

“Yes, but that’s on you and has nothing to do with me.”

“Rylee isn’t the woman I thought she was.”

I can’t help it, the laugh escapes, the maniacal sound scary to my ears. “She’s not the woman you thought? She slept with her sister’s boyfriend. What kind of woman did you think she was?”

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