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  “I know you weren’t expecting to see me tonight,” he says, leaning close. His lips brush against my ear as he speaks the words only meant for me. “And maybe I’m not worthy of being in your presence, but I had to see you. Serena, I was desperate.”

  I lean away, grabbing my champagne and chugging the rest. There’s not much that little drink is going to do for me, but it’s better than nothing.

  “These last three months without you,” he says, “have been pure torture. I’ve done nothing but kick myself. I lost you, Serena. I took the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I threw it away.”

  None of it matters.

  It’s in the past.

  I’ll never forget. I’ll never give him a second chance.

  I unhook my clutch and set a twenty under my empty flute, sliding off the stool and making a beeline for the bathroom so I can make a phone call and get the hell out of here.

  By the time I reach the ladies’ room, there’s a line at least a dozen women long, and Keir is steps behind me. When he catches up, he hooks his arm into mine and pulls me aside. The women around us notice, feasting on the gorgeous man with the coifed dark hair and broad shoulders encased in a ridiculously expensive tailored suit.

  They whisper to one another. Pointing. Gawking. Smiling. Pretending for a moment that they’re me—the sole recipient of Keir Montgomery’s undivided attention.

  If they only knew.

  “Don’t run.” Keir closes the space between us, and I find myself backed up against a wall. “We need to talk.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about.”

  His stare holds mine, refusing to let go. I hate that after all that has happened, he can still command my attention the way he did the first time we met in Washington, DC.

  I was visiting my cousin, Araminta, and she took me to an underground lounge, known about only by those in-the-know and the who’s who in the political world. At first, all I saw were men dressed in black—Secret Service agents. But then I saw him.

  He chose me out of a sea of women, and when he looked at me, everything around me faded into background noise. Keir approached me in a way no other man has, determination in his stride and wicked intentions behind his sexy smirk. And when he spoke to me, I believed every word he delivered. I melted that night, in a way I’ve never melted for anyone. He weakened my resolve, shattered my resistance, and claimed my body not once, but twice, in an apartment with a skyline view.

  But he didn’t disappear the next morning like I expected. He stayed, insisting we exchange numbers. And he came to the city the following weekend.

  We couldn’t get enough of each other.

  It wasn’t a relationship—it was an addiction.

  Once upon a time, I was dependent on the way Keir Montgomery made me feel. I gave him all the power. I gave him my heart—which marked the first time I’d given anyone my heart. And I walked blindly into the chaos and devastation that was his world.

  The tabloids loved us.

  They wrote articles detailing his past dealings and escapades, and they labeled me as the girl who finally changed He Who Could Not Be Changed. I was a headstrong American princess, heiress to a fortune and independent to a fault. And he was an American prince, son of the president. Known for his womanizing and philandering ways. We were both publicly branded as unwilling to be tamed—until we found each other.

  I believed what we had was special.

  “Serena.” Keir brushes my hair from my face, leaning in until our cheeks brush. His hands slide the length of my arms, and my body recoils at his touch. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”

  “No.” I shake my head and push him away. “There’s nothing to discuss. Now go. You never should have come here tonight.”

  I tuck my clutch under my arm and mentally rehearse all the things I’m going to say to Poppy when I catch up with her again. This was all her doing. The spa day. The bar. Telling Keir where to be and when to be there.

  That’s what she meant about getting my life back on track.

  “I still love you, Serena.” Keir hooks his hands on his belt loop, pushing his suit jacket back and showing off his narrow hips. His face tightens. “So I’m just supposed to let you go? Let you walk away, just like that?”

  I smirk. “Yeah. You did it once. I’m sure you can find the strength to do it again.”

  I push past him, through two Secret Service agents I didn’t see before, and make a beeline for the exit in the front of the bar.

  Through a storm of pulsing music and chatting patrons, I hear him call my name over and over and over.

  But I ignore it.

  I’m leaving, and he can’t stop me.

  Two cabs rest outside the bar, and I pray I can get to one of them before anyone else does. By the time I reach the front door, one cab pulls away and a group of women swarm outside the second.

  “Serena!” He yells my name again, harder, deeper, refusing to let me go.

  Loud voices.

  Flashing lights.

  Men who are not Keir call my name, shouting questions in rapid-fire succession.

  “Serena! Are you back with Keir Montgomery?”

  “Serena, did you forgive Keir for cheating on you?”

  “Is the wedding back on?”

  “Serena, can you give me a picture?”

  “Look over here!”

  I’m blinded by the flash of at least a dozen paparazzi cameras. The crowd is so thick, I can hardly wade through it. Patrons and photographers form around me, blocking any chance I have of exiting, and for a busy Manhattan street, there isn’t a single cab in sight.

  “Come with me.” A hand hooks my arm, but I’m flash-blinded, unable to see who’s pulling me aside and out of the uncontrolled madness.

  My eyes adjust in time to see I’m being led to a black SUV—one I’ve been inside many times before. An agent pulls a door open, and Keir helps me inside, and I don’t fight it, because it isn’t like I have another option right now.

  Brilliant camera flashes light up the inside of the backseat, despite the dark tint on the windows.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, his hand on my knee.

  “I’m fine.” I reject his touch, pulling away. “Have them drop me off at the Gramercy.”

  I’ll get a room tonight, away from Poppy, away from Keir, away from all of this. And tomorrow, I’ll go back to Derek in Rixton Falls.

  I’ve never been one to rely on anyone else, but right now, I could really use a dose of his signature calm. Despite everything, he’s been my rock since the moment he walked into my life.

  He’s the rock I never knew I needed—the rock I never wanted to need.

  He’s the serene in all the crazy.

  The weight of Keir’s stare makes me cringe. My skin itches, as if it’s allergic to him. I stare out the passenger window and check for street signs to gauge how close we’re getting to the hotel, and I marvel at the fact that he’s not using this time to talk my ear off.

  The SUV pulls up at the entry of the Gramercy, and I work the door open before it crawls to a full stop.

  Keir runs after me. “There’s something you need to know.”

  I stop, arms folded, and turn to face him. “I highly doubt that.”

  A cab screeches to a stop behind the SUV, and a group of paparazzi file out. The flashes begin all over again. I’m sure a photo of Keir and me is worth a pretty penny, considering my public meltdown and the gossip and scandal sparked from the calling off of our engagement.

  I eye the front lobby. They’re not allowed in there. I need to get inside.

  Keir closes in, pressing his chest nearly against mine and staring deeply into my eyes. “I love you, Serena, and I messed up. I admit it. I take full responsibility for ruining what we had. But you should know that Veronica put me up to it. She paid all three of us a lot of money. You were set up.”

  My stomach drops. I’m going to be sick. I glance into Keir’s remorseful stare and feel nothing but anger
flooding my veins. I’d hit him if it weren’t for the photographers.

  “You were supposed to love me.” My voice is raised. “How could you, Keir?”

  “I’ve asked myself that every day.” I barely hear him over the yelling of the paparazzi. “Can I come inside and explain? I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

  Every part of me wants to scream in his face and tell him no. But he has information I need. Information that will help Derek and our case against Veronica.

  “As long as explaining is all you intend to do.” I turn and walk through the lobby doors, fishing my wallet from my clutch and taking a deep breath.

  His hand finds the small of my back, and he whispers in my ear that he’ll take care of the room tonight. And then he tells me to head to the bar, saying I’m going to need a drink before we begin.

  Chapter 27

  Derek

  I tuck my daughter in Saturday night and stand at the side of her bed, watching her sleep for a minute. Her white blonde hair is splayed on her pink pillow, and she tucks her hands in a prayer formation under her left cheek. I don’t care what anyone says, Haven Rosewood is an angel. My angel. I would murder for this girl, and that says a lot, seeing as how I work for the right side of the law.

  We spent the entire day together doing anything she wanted to do. Ice cream. The park. The children’s museum. A bike ride with Grandma Bliss. Pizza. Legos. Barbies.

  Ten minutes ago, she asked to go to bed, and she never does that.

  All day, I focused on my daughter, and I did everything in my power to ignore the flood of questions working like background chatter in my head. I spent an hour feeling like I needed to know what Serena was doing. Who she was with. If she was even going to come back. And then I smacked myself out of it, gave myself a mental pep talk, and reminded myself that Serena Randall’s personal life is none of my business.

  She’s my client. I’m her attorney.

  I’m not her boyfriend.

  I don’t even want to be her boyfriend.

  This is the kind of shit that gives relationships a bad name. People spend too much time fixating on other people, things beyond their control, that they’re never truly happy. They spend their lives addicted to the peaks and valleys, the highs and lows.

  It’s no way to live, and it’s certainly not the way I intend on spending the rest of this one life I have to live.

  After I close Haven’s door, I sink down into the leather club chair in the living room and slide my phone out. My fingers hover above the screen as I check my messages.

  I have a text, but it isn’t from her.

  KESLEY – I’m outside! Let me in.

  ME – Outside . . . where?

  KESLEY – Your door, idiot. Hurry. Not getting any younger.

  Grumbling to myself, I lift myself from the chair and make my way to the door, peering out the peephole. Sure enough, there’s Kesley Black, former fuck-buddy extraordinaire. I met her shortly after my divorce, both of us newly un-married and neither of us in search of anything serious. She’s not from Rixton Falls, but she comes here for business from time to time, and she always looks me up when she’s in town. Kesley’s the true definition of a fuck-buddy, and in that regard, she’s worth her weight in gold.

  But for the first time since I’ve known her, my cock doesn’t make so much as a twitch when I glance through the peephole and see the tight little number hugging the overabundance of curves she wears so well.

  I pull the door open, and she dives into my arms, pressing her DDs against me as she jumps in her pointed heels.

  “Look at you! Is it possible you’ve gotten better looking since I last saw you?” Her hands glide up my chest and she breathes me in, lifting on her toes to kiss me, but I don’t oblige. Kesley pouts, a strand of bleach blonde hair falling in her green eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  “For one, my daughter’s here, so you need to keep it down.”

  “Oh. Shit. Sorry.” She bites her lip. “I didn’t know.”

  We step in, and she kicks off her heels, instantly losing four inches and fitting just beneath my chin. Her arm links into mine and she pulls me to the living room, making herself at home the way she has dozens of times before.

  “What are you waiting for?” She pats the seat beside her.

  I hesitate. “Kes, I’m not in the mood.”

  She pouts, arms folding against her chest, propping them up even higher than they were before.

  “I got all dolled up for you.” She holds her wrist under her nose then moves it to mine. “Even wore your favorite perfume.”

  “It’s been a long week.” I lift my hands behind my head, interlacing my fingers and yawning. “Was actually getting ready to head to bed.”

  Her face scrunches. “Seriously? At nine o’clock on a Saturday night?”

  “Right.”

  “I’m not coming back to Rixton Falls for another two months. You’re going to leave me hanging like that?” She pouts again, the way she used to when I’d make her beg for my cock. The girl had a thing for dominant and submissive play, and who was I not to oblige a lady’s fantasy? Kelsey reads my face for a moment. “Oh, my God. You met someone.”

  “No.” I shake my head, glancing away from her and toward the view of the night sky behind her, and once again, I find myself wondering what Serena’s doing right now.

  “Liar.” She grabs a throw pillow and tosses it at me playfully. “What’s she like?”

  I take the seat beside her, legs spread and hands resting in my lap as I stare ahead blankly at the flickering TV screen. Maybe if I bore her to death, she’ll leave on her own.

  “There’s no one,” I assure her as I flip through the channels.

  “You sure?”

  “Yep.”

  “Good.” She climbs into my lap, straddling me and slinking her wrists along the sides of my neck. “I didn’t want to give you up to someone else.”

  Kesley leans in for a kiss, and without thinking, I turn away.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  “Derek.” She sits up straight, arms falling off my shoulders. “Why are you being so weird?”

  “Told you. Not in the mood.”

  Kesley slides off my lap, falling into a pool of submissive surrender between my knees. Her fingers waste little time working the button of my jeans. My cock just sits there, refusing to get up.

  Her tongue glides along her upper lip. “Maybe I can get you in the mood . . .”

  I move aside, standing and adjusting my disheveled shirt. “Kes, you need to go.”

  She rises slowly, her cheeks burning. I’m sure she’s humiliated, but it is what it is. I tried to warn her.

  Tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, she looks up at me with tear-filled eyes. “You don’t think I’m sexy anymore?”

  Jesus Christ.

  This is why girls like Kesley are strictly fuck-buddy material. There’s not much going on in there except for an intensely unnecessary focus on the exterior.

  Vapid.

  “You’re sexy as hell, Kesley,” I say, placing my hand on her arm.

  “There is someone else.” Her voice breaks, and I see now that she’d been holding out hope that our little arrangement would someday morph into something more. Never saw that coming. She smiles through misty eyes. “All right. Fine. I just hope she makes you happy.”

  I don’t answer, choosing neither to confirm nor deny her allegations.

  “Life’s too short, right?” She sniffs, brushing the tip of her nose against the back of her hand and staring up at me as if she wished it were her instead. “You find someone that makes you break the rules, you have to hold on and never let go.”

  I nod. “Something like that.”

  Fuck. More like everything like that.

  “Take care, Derek.” She moves toward the door, stepping into her fuck-me heels, and turns to face me, lifting her hand to my cheek. “She’s a lucky woman, whoever she is. Just promise me one thing.” />
  “What’s that?”

  She places a pointed finger against the left side of my chest. “If you truly care about her, let her in there.”

  I place my hand over hers and pull it away. I haven’t let anyone in there in over two years, and I’m not even certain the stupid thing functions anymore.

  “Thanks for the advice, Kes.” Unfortunately, I won’t be needing it.

  “Had I known February was going to be our last time, I would’ve worn that stupid French maid costume you always wanted me to wear.” She laughs, her green eyes lighting. Everything about Kesley is pretty and simple, and though I never took the time to get to know her that well, I’m positive she’s going to make some man very lucky someday.

  “I hope you find what you’re looking for,” I say. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”

  “No regrets.” She shrugs, smiling, and reaches for the door.

  And with that, my arrangement with Kesley Black has officially dissolved.

  I head to bed, setting my phone on my nightstand, and I check it once last time, like a lust-sick moron, and find nothing. Rolling over to the spot where I claimed Serena’s body last night, I grab the pillow she buried her head into while I entered her from behind. It smells like her. Grabbing a fistful of downy fabric, I chuck it across the room.

  I’m not angry at her.

  I’m angry at myself and my ridiculous inability to pull my head out of my ass and stop moping around like an imbecile.

  Chapter 28

  Serena

  We finish our drinks at the bar and head up to the suite Keir reserved to speak in private. I take a seat on the far side of a herringbone-printed loveseat and cross my legs, tuning my full attention his way.

  “All right,” I say. The cocktail I just enjoyed is sweeping through me, making everything warm and mellow despite tonight’s turn of events. “Tell me everything. And stay on that side of the room. I don’t think you’re capable of keeping your hands to yourself tonight.”