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this number?”
    “Baby, you know you can’t hide from me.”
    “I wasn’t trying to.” Not a complete lie.
    “I miss you,” he murmurs, dropping his voice to that low whisper he used to use in bed. Four years later and I still remember.
    “Surely you’ve found someone better than me by now.” I force a smile to my face as if he can see me.
    His low hiss slithers through the phone line and then I hear a hard clunk, as if he just threw something against a wall. “Jesus, Cally. You know I don’t want anyone else.” His voice softens, the anger floating away as quickly as it came. “You’re my girl.”
    I don’t reply. There’s no response I could live with that won’t just piss him off.
    “I thought you’d come to me when your mom died. I know you need money. Your sisters need money. Let me help.”
    At what price? “We’re fine,” I lie.
    “I blame those college classes, making you think you’re less of a woman if you take money from your man.”
    You’re not my man , I want to scream. But it doesn’t matter. Brandon has only been back in Vegas a couple months, and soon he’ll remember I’m no longer his “type” and he’ll find someone who is. In the meantime, I just need to let him feel like the one in control.
    “Do you have everything you need?” he asks softly. “Whether you’re with me or not, I don’t want you going without.”
    “You’ve already done enough.”
    “I’d do even more. For you….” Again, that low whisper. “Damn, I miss you girl.”
    “What about Quinn? Don’t you miss her?” God bless that girl. Finding out about her visits with him gave me the perfect excuse to cut ties while he was gone. Or cut them as much as I dared.
    “Cally, baby, please.”
    I look up at the stars. When did I lose sight of mine? My father raised me to believe in magic, in wishes, in beautiful destiny. And then life went to shit and destiny played second fiddle to just getting by.
    “Come see me when you get home. We’ll talk about what we can do for your sisters. We’ll talk about us.”
    “Okay,” I lie. I won’t go to him willingly again. Not if I’m left with a choice. But if I say no, he’ll think I’m playing hard to get, and that will make him want me more. “Goodnight, Brandon.” I end the call before he can reply.
    I catch my breath in the darkness, trying to let the adrenaline fizzle out and my heart rate slow. Just the sound of his voice makes me crave a hot shower and a scouring pad. Or maybe just the touch of a man who makes all the ugly go away.
    I scroll through my sent texts to find Lizzy’s number. I punch it in and hold my breath while I wait for an answer.
    “Cally!”
    My chest warms with the enthusiasm in her greeting. “Hey, Liz. I was wondering if you had William Bailey’s phone number.”

    The gym is nearly empty tonight except for Max, who’s working behind the counter, and Sam, who’s spotting for me as I attempt to channel my frustration into the weights.
    My phone buzzes, and I open the latest text from Meredith, detailing exactly what she’ll do with her tongue and certain parts of my anatomy.
    Our grandmothers have been doing their best to set us up, and I’m beginning to think I made an epic mistake by sleeping with her. I thought we were on the same page, though. We both wanted something casual. Companionship. A good time.
    Or so I thought. But these texts are becoming more frequent and when I was at her place last week, she slipped and asked how soon I wanted kids.
    I’m about to throw my phone back down when it buzzes again with another message from her.
    “Meredith?” Sam asks.
    “None other,” I mutter. I tap out a quick excuse and toss my phone down.
    “Why do you suddenly seem so uninterested? She’s fucking hot. And smart. And she’s got her shit together.”
    “She’s getting too serious. I think she’s going to want something…long-term.”
    Sam lifts a brow. “So complains the Mayor of