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dumped down his spine. The two-syllable explanation for their break-up was too much for Drew to bear, a stark reminder of why she would never ask him to take her back. He pushed away from his table. The sound of his chair scraping roughly against the floor called attention from all of the tables nearby and at least ten sets of eyes gazed in his direction.
    Why am I even here ? This is pathetic .
    He scowled at them all before turning to leave, meeting Becca’s gaze as he did. She looked aghast that he’d been nearby when she’d been moments away from gushing about that dick.
    “Drew, wait!”
    Even as he heard her call out to him again, he stalked away.
     
    Amity stared at the empty space that her brother had occupied just a second earlier.
    Ass , she thought to herself. He hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye before disappearing. He’d just dumped his big mistake on her to fix and then left. Sure, it was an intriguing assignment, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have at least employed some basic manners and said goodbye.
    She looked at the hospital building across the street, trying to work out the best way to handle the situation she’d just been given. Michael inferred she should be covert, and that she should employ diplomacy and tact. The tone in his voice while he’d detailed the mistakes he and his lackeys had made left no doubt that he wanted her to be particularly discreet on this case.
    Clearly, he doesn’t know me at all, she thought as she chuckled to herself.
    She checked her face in the mirror, ensuring she was still happy with her current appearance. She decided her eyes needed to be a slightly darker shade of blue and her pink lips a shade or two lighter. When she took another glance, she smiled. It was so much easier just changing her appearance by small degrees rather than wasting all her energy applying and removing make-up each day like so many human women running around on Earth had to.
    Deciding that her L.A. chic dress would probably look a little out of place in the small city hospital, she conjured herself into a new tank—precisely matching the color of her lips—and a pair of super skinny J Brand jeans. There was no point in completely denying who she was and not wearing something designer after all. For a moment, she debated on what would be the best shoe, but decided she just needed a new pair of Jimmys. They were her favorite after all and were damn near perfect with the exception of Heaven-induced breakages.
    Once she was satisfied that she had her showstopper looks firmly cemented in place, she climbed from her car. She didn’t bother putting up the roof or locking the door. If someone stole it, it would only give her more reason to get a new one. Between the three-inch scratch that she’d erased from the rear quarter panel and the fact that she wasn’t quite sold on the color anymore, it was probably time for another anyway.
    With a confidence that was impossible to fake, she sauntered to the crossing and with a flick of her wrist turned the traffic light from green to red. Four lanes of traffic screeched to a halt as they slammed on their brakes to keep from running the light. She didn’t even break her stride as she stepped onto the road and headed for the hospital.
     
    Drew stood a distance away from Becca’s desk, watching her do the menial tasks of her job. He’d been careful to ensure that she hadn’t seen him approach, and then spent five minutes watching her and wondering what she’d wanted to say when he’d rushed away, after she’d caught him spying. Truthfully, he didn’t want to ask because he suspected she was just going to try to apologize for what he’d overheard and then try to justify her actions by gushing about that other bastard. Drew knew he didn’t have the patience to deal with that sort of utterance. Not today; not while the hurt was still so raw.
    Part of him—the pimply teen part who’d spent years watching Becca from the back of the