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I couldn’t stop thinking about the question all day. It lingered in the back of my mind, unanswered, gnawing at me. By the time Logan came to pick me up that afternoon, I still didn’t know what I wanted to do.

And yet, I followed him anyway. Habit was a terrifying thing. Ten years was all it took to tether me to this routine–him, the Mercer Estate, and the unspoken understanding that I would always be there.

“Why are you so quiet?” he asked, glancing at me as he drove. He must have noticed my mood.

I hesitated, my fingers fidgeting with the strap of my bag. Finally, I worked up the courage to say, “Logan, maybe we should-”

Before I could finish, his phone rang.

The car display lit up with an unlisted number. I saw his grip tighten on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening.

It wasn’t like him to look nervous.

I turned to study his face, but his expression was unreadable. Without a word, he tapped the screen, switching the call to Bluetooth. “Hello…. Yeah, I’m on my way.”

The call was brief, but his voice was clipped, his tone unnaturally tense.

When it ended, he glanced at me, his jaw tight. “Elaine, something urgent came up. I can’t take you home.”

I knew what he was going to say before he said it. It wasn’t the first time. Still, foolishly, I’d hoped he’d at least take me back before running off.

My chest ached, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady. “Is something wrong?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze shifted to the road ahead as he pulled into a temporary parking spot. “Get off here and grab a taxi,” he said, his tone brisk.

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stared at him, searching for some kind of explanation, but he

to that? Begging for

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home,” he added, already reaching for

clutching my backpack as I

the sidewalk, watching his car merge back into

I didn’t ask. I didn’t want

home,” he

off.

empty stretch of road where his car had disappeared. My chest felt hollow, my feet rooted to the

of my thoughts. It was

you? Want to grab dinner?”

a gynecologist, sharp–tongued and brilliant. She never minced words, which was exactly what I needed

said without

even check with Logan first? Did the sun rise in

close to home. For years, I’d lived as if my entire life revolved around Logan. Every plan, every decision–always prefaced with, “Let me check

now?” I asked, changing

off an address, and I hailed

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eyes narrowed, “What happened? Did

was one of the few people I could confide in, so I told her everything.

“Men are the worst,” she muttered, stirring her drink with unnecessary force. “He thinks you’re boring? Insipid? As if he’s some kind of prize. Has he

bluntness made my cheeks burn. I

jerk. If he spent ten years with you

words stung because they were

sent me to bed. At the time, I thought it was because he respected me, that he didn’t

realized it was because he

a saying? That if a man loved a woman, he’d want her.

desire her.