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“Eight thirty.”

“Done.”

He ended the call. Why had I hired someone who was willing to hang up on me?

Because he’s a good friend. You know you can trust him, and he’s damn good at his job.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I needed to go home and try to get some sleep.

13

MILES

When I let myself into my office at six twenty the next morning, not only was Carter already there, so were Ford and—more surprisingly—Worth. He must have not been to bed. I’d never heard of him getting up this early.

“Is this an intervention?”

Worth shook his head. “No.”

At the same time, Carter and Ford said, “Yes.”

“Just because I’m anxious to stop my company’s secrets from—”

“You know that’s not what this is about,” Carter said.

I glared at him. “That’s why I called you.”

“You called him because you want to prove Mr. Beautiful AF Assistant is innocent, but you crossed a line last night,” Ford said.

Carter nodded. “You went too far.”

“I’m sure Ben is fucking hot,” Worth said, “but as fun as it must have been, it’s going to be hell for your PR team to explain away you punching Medford.”

I scowled at them. “I don’t give a fuck about that. Medford had his hand around Ben’s arm after Ben told him no. He was trying to pull him into the garden. How can you—”

Carter held up a hand. “I’m not questioning the need to stop him, and to protect Ben, but Medford would’ve stepped back with nothing more than a word from you. He’s a whiny little bitch.”

“I needed more than words to make my point.”

“This isn’t fucking high school,” Ford said.

“Like that’s the last time you got in a fight.”

Ford snarled at me. He’d beat the shit out of a guy in law school for bullying an undergrad who was gay. The incident had almost gotten Ford kicked out, but his grandparents had come to his defense and old family money won the day.

“Can you honestly tell me you would’ve reacted the same way if it had been someone else?” Carter asked. “Someone you didn’t know.”

Worth interrupted. “What about somebody you didn’t like?”

“I would’ve saved anyone from Medford’s attentions. No one deserves to be treated like that. I’m shocked that any of you would question that.”

“We’re not questioning if you would’ve helped them,” Ford said. “Well maybe Worth is, but I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Worth had the decency to look sheepish. “Wearequestioning whether you would’ve gotten violent when you didn’t have to. Whether, instead, you would have defused the situation and called security.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” Ford said.

Of course I knew, but I didn’t have to admit it to them. “When I saw his hand on Ben, I lost it.”

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