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    Abby’s eyes meet mine again and she moves closer to me. “He told me to leave.” 
    I know she’s trying to keep everything quiet since everyone is still staring at us but I have no sympathy and refuse to whisper because she’s ashamed.
    “Do you actually blame him? Do you really think that’s what he actually wanted?” I ask. “I can’t believe you’re walking around here like nothing is wrong. While you’re standing here laughing, looking like you just stepped off the fucking runway, Jameson is at home with your family. He’s brokenhearted and trying to keep Izzy from breaking down again. You are a piece of shit for saying what you said last night and you know damn well that Alex would be rolling in his fucking grave if he knew you hurt his baby girl.”
    Abby takes a deep breath and drops her eyes to the floor. “I didn’t know she was there.”
    “But you still said it, Abby. The words still came out of your mouth.” 
    “I know, and I feel like a piece of shit for it but I have a company to run and it’s a little overwhelming right now.”
    “No! You have a family to take care of and that trumps work every damn day of the week. What I don’t get is how up until lately you knew that. You might want to step back and realize that in four short years you could be out of a job because the girl whose heart you broke last night turns eighteen and becomes forty-nine percent owner of this company.” I take a step toward her, crowding her space and for the first time ever, I dig deep and try to act like I did in my old life. Letting the threat laced in my voice be evident, I say, “Fix this. I don’t care how, but I promise you won’t like me if you don’t figure it out.”

Evan
    “Hey, dickface, got a chick here looking for you.” Sean knocks his hand off the doorframe. “Says somethin’ about getting’ a touch up but by the look on her face she wasn’t talkin’ about a tattoo.”
    “She give you a name?” I ask, not bothering to look up from the stencil I’m working on.
    “Amy,” the soft voice filters through the doorway of my office. “How quick you are to forget.”
    When I finally look up, the blonde woman before me doesn’t look like anyone I know but that doesn’t mean anything. I see hundreds, sometimes thousands of people in and out of here every year. Something about this one, with her fake chest and even faker personality, looks familiar though. I just can’t put my finger on why.
    “Sorry, honey, I see a lot of people. I’m better with ink than names.”
    Sean shakes his head behind her and sighs. “I’m better with asses than faces. Do you mind bending over so I can tell you if I know you?”
    Turning around, Amy giggles at him. “Sorry, babe, but you left before all the fun started. He probably needed a new tattoo gun after we were done.”
    “Shit!” I drop my pencil to the desk and rock back in my chair. “I remember you now. How ya doin’, beautiful?”
    She smiles now that I remember who she is. I sit and try to figure a way to keep myself out of trouble here. I do my best to keep the conversation casual and away from the fact that I fucked her while she tells me what she needs from me. A simple touch up. No big deal. That’s how it needs to stay. I think I’m clear until we’re just a few minutes from being done and she starts talking about having a repeat of the last time she was here.
    “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m off the market. If you wanna play with Sean I’m sure he’d be more than willing to bring his tools with him.”
    Amy pouts as I finish up recoloring one of the flowers on her hip. “I don’t see a ring on your finger. Besides, even if there was, it’s just a piece of paper.”
    “Oh, shit,” Sean mutters from the other side of the partition. I’m not sure if he’s talking about what’s going on over here, or something else.
    I take a deep breath as Amy’s hand slides up my thigh. Reaching down, I remove it and put it