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“I’m at the garage. Want to meet me here?”

“Is anyone with you?”

“No.”

She’s holding something back.

“Hallie…what is it?”

“I want to hear you out, Conan. I need the truth.”

I blow out a breath. Am I dreaming? Why does she sound so upset?

Fuck.

I’m not even sure the truth will save my ass.

But I’ll get down on my knees and beg for her forgiveness.

“I can give you that. Why the change of heart?”

There’s a pause, and my palms start to sweat.

“I—I didn’t mean everything I said the other night, Con. I’ll never hate you.”

That’s something, I suppose.

“I’ll see you soon, trouble. Want me to order some food in?”

“No. Not hungry. Feel a bit sick today.”

That panic spikes in me again.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You sound…sad.”

She lets out a soft, humorless laugh.

“Because I am sad, Con.”

Fuck. That hurts.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all I can say right now.

“I know you are. I’ll be with you soon.”

She hangs up, leaving me staring at the wall.

Resting my ass on the bench, I look around at all my cars. Tears burn in my eyes as I stare at the car I bought for Hallie, sparkling under the lights.

Oil seeps across the floor around it. Crushed glass is scattered by my feet.

I need to clean up my fucking mess.

Story of my life.

Chapter 91

HALLIE

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