Chapter 3

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It’s almost two in the morning when the meeting finally ends, and Mr. Waters, my boss, pats my back and says, “Good job, Law. Go home to that fiancé of yours, he must wonder where you are. Oh, and take tomorrow off. You’ve earned it.” He’s out of there—always eager to go home to his family—before I need to come up with a reply. I wander into my office and sink into my comfortable chair without turning on any lights.

Everything comes rushing back now that the meeting is over. Frankie’s tears, his apology that sounded sincere enough. The guy, his cocky smile, his swagger. I groan and bury my face in my hands.

He must wonder where you are.

I shake my head. Frankie knows where I am; it’s not the first time I’ve stayed late at the office, though I’m usually home before midnight; two AM is excessive even for me. He knows how devoted I am to my work and the company. Considering recent events, he’s probably wondering if I’m coming home at all.