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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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kind of explanation, but he offered

Begging for answers would only humiliate me further.

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home,” he added,

stiffly, clutching my backpack as I climbed out of

cool air hit my face as I stood on the sidewalk, watching his

feel it- something wasn’t right. But I didn’t ask. I didn’t

way home,” he called

off.

of road where his car had disappeared. My chest

phone buzzed in my pocket, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was

you? Want to grab dinner?”

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

said

sounded surprised. “Wow, you didn’t even check with Logan first?

For years, I’d lived as if my entire life revolved around Logan. Every

now?” I asked,

rattled off an address, and I hailed

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Nora’s sharp eyes narrowed, “What happened? Did you and Mr. Perfect

few people I could confide in, so I told her

stirring her drink with unnecessary force. “He thinks

cheeks burn. I shook

a jerk. If he spent ten years with you and hasn’t even tried, it’s not respect, Elaine. It’s disinterest.”

stung because they were true.

gotten drunk and kissed him. But instead of kissing me back, he’d gently pulled away and sent me to bed. At the time, I thought it was because he respected me, that he didn’t want to take advantage

was because he didn’t want

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

desire her.