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"I didn't cheat!" He takes a step back away from her, grimacing. "I have not been with another woman since the first day I met you, Savannah. I didn't tell you about Astrid because she means absolutely nothing to me. And Axl didn't cheat either, damn it!"

I wave at a passing cab, which slows down. Crash grabs me by the arm; I suck in a breath and scream at the top of my lungs. "Help! Kidnapping!"

Crash lets go of me instantly and backs up, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Listen. I can explain everything."

"Can you explain why, after I opened myself and told you everything and made myself completely vulnerable, you responded by hiding your real identity and entire life from me?"

"We'll talk back at the trailer. Put the damn wig back on."

I pull the wig from my purse and toss it onto the sidewalk. "Kiss my big Southern butt, Crash." I slide into the cab, and Tawny gets in next to me.

"Wait!" he shouts. "Five dollars."

"What?"

He walks up to the window. "A while back, you wanted to know how much your aunt paid me to watch you. Five dollars. She offered me twenty thousand, and I told her I wouldn't take any money. She insisted on paying me something, so I took five dollars."

But he lied to me. He lied and lied and lied. He looked me in the face and told me those phone calls had nothing to do with us. He didn't tell me that a woman he knows was pursuing him romantically. He didn't tell me that his father was trying to get him married off.

He lied just like Percy did.

I roll up the window. "Start driving, please," I say to the driver. "I'll tell you where to take me once we've pulled away."

CHAPTER25

Crash

I'm pacinga hole in the floor of the trailer, drinking black coffee because I don't want to fall asleep until I find out where Savannah is.

I haven't slept all night. Savannah and Tawny never came back to the trailer. When I called Savannah's aunt, Savannah had already spoken to her. I tried to plead my case, not that I have much of one. She said some of the most shocking things I've ever heard come out of any old lady's mouth, much less an old lady who's Southern royalty.

Then she hung up on me.

I swallowed my pride, something I should have done a long time ago when it comes to Savannah, and called Chase Lancaster's office. He's a stuffed-shirt asshole, but he's married to Savannah's cousin and has resources, and he might know where she is.

He just answered with a clipped, "We've got this. She's family, you're not," and hung up on me too.

Does that mean he knows where she is? Has he hired the bodyguards he promised a couple of weeks ago? And how could they protect her if they don't love her like I do?

Jesus. I love her. I do. And I've been such an ass that I completely ruined it.

"Anything?" Tank asks from right behind me.

I actually did not hear him come up behind me. Never in my life have I let anyone sneak up on me.

"Do not come in here without knocking!" I bellow.

He folds his arms across his barrel chest and lifts one white eyebrow. He may be older than the bible, but he's not a pushover. "Don't come into the trailer owned by our clubhouse?"

I groan and rub my face. "I'm sorry. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm such an asshole, Tank. I've ruined everything."

"Well, you got that right. So what are you planning on doing about it? Curl up in a ball and cry about it? That how you handle things?"

"How do you suggest I handle it?"

He looks at me with exasperation. "Same way I handle a motorcycle engine. Figure out where the problem is and fix it." And he walks out of the trailer. Then he comes back in.

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