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Fuck, if I can’t have Hallie, I don’t want anyone. I might never get my dick wet again.

The first thing I do on my walk back to my cabin is search for local florists, dialing the first one.

“Hi. Floral Delight. How can I help?” A very chirpy woman greets me.

“Uh. Hi. I was wondering if you could help me with an ongoing mission of mine.”

There’s a slight pause.

“Sure. What do you need?”

A smile creeps up my lips.

“A delivery of flowers, I don’t care how much they cost, every single day to the same address until I tell you to stop.”

Now there’s a long pause.

“Every day? Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ll send over a color scheme for each day.”

“Okay. When would you like to start?”

“Tomorrow,” I reply quickly.

I will find a way to show her that I’ll fight for her. That I’m not the man she thinks I am.

Especially not when she’s with me.

I need to remind her of the Conan she brings out. The man I want to be.

Because Hallie is my future, and I can’t let this go without fighting to my last breath for her.

Chapter 69

HALLIE

“Hey, what about LA? Or Las Vegas?” I call out to Lily, who is busy making dinner in the kitchen.

“Vegas could be fun. But I’d have to speak to my dad. I’m not sure I can go there.”

I frown.

“Why?”

“Oh, just business things with him and the men who run Vegas.” She says it so casually.

I wonder how much she actually knows about Conan’s world.

Ugh. Why did I have to think about him?

“Okay. So, I still need to put this place up for sale.”

She stirs the pasta, her face deep in thought.

“I can get us money. I don’t think selling this place will be good for you.”

I swallow. Maybe it is what I need. A fresh start. Not living in a place that just reminds me of my loss. But thinking of selling my dad’s house makes me want to throw up.

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