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It’s his mother’s. I’m wearing his mother’s locket.
The final piece of the puzzle falls, right there for me to see. How did I miss this?
I’m not falling in love with two men.
There’s only one.
I’m so fucking stupid.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Shelby
My body moves on autopilot, my socked feet silent against the carpet. Before I know it, I’m standing in the kitchen doorway.
Leonard stands at the kitchen island, oblivious to my presence. My rage increases with every chop of the knife his hand makes until I can’t take it anymore.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?”
His head snaps up. I don’t know if it’s the anger in my voice or the rage vibrating from my body that clues him in, but one look at his face, and I know that he knows.
A calmness passed over his face.
“Where did you come from?”
Instead of answering aloud, I point at the ceiling. My labored breathing is obnoxiously loud. His calm demeanor pisses me off more.
Gently, he places the sharp knife next to the chopping board. The room stays silent, and our gaze locks as he reaches up to remove his dark-rimmed glasses. They’re placed on the other side of the wooden board.
“Watch your tone.”
I shiver.
I find out he’s my mystery man, and that’s what he has to say?
“You fucking asshole,” I whisper, barely holding my tears in.
Leo’s face darkens.
“Watch your mouth while you’re at it.” His eyes flick to the wall beside me that hides the hall.
Riley.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep, calming breath.
Nope, not helping.
I’m shaking by the time I open my eyes, the glint of the knife drawing my attention.
A deep chuckle penetrates the tension between us.
“You thinking of using that, baby?” Leo taunts.
Long, confident fingers wrap around the black handle. I watch, caught in his spell, as he flips the knife, catching it by the blade, his fingers narrowly missing the sharp edge.
Stretching his arm out, he holds it like an offering.
“This isn’t funny, Leonard.”
