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he needed to protect herself. From him. From what they'd done. From

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it held answers. She was still barefoot. Still wearing the too-short black dress from the

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ticed, walking out of a small bakery tucked in the corner of the city's arts district. Flour on her ch

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wasn't impulsive. He was precise.

ed out of his mind, annoyed with the fake smiles and empty champagne. And there she

part of

ever believed i

pportu

her drink on his shoes. He could still hear

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idea how ri

that?" Anne's voice cut through

wly. "Because you

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elt i

," she said. Her eyes narrowed.

in chaos. Mastered it. Cre

ontaneous. I g

or." She sipped the water, jaw tight. "

mber what you s

her name. He loved the way it sounde

nued, stepping closer. "Tired of always putting yoursel

ooked

unk," she

ere ho

. The city outside buzzed with life, but

ur wife," she said fin

owly. "Then sta

apped up. "

e up one day and not regret being boring. I'm giving you that chance.

inked.

you ask for them." His lips curved. "If you still want to ann

ike he'd lost his mi

ays was all

ke her see what

belonged

touch her again. Not

she muttered. "

t," he murmured. "Ye

ds. But her lips parted slightly

d g

d out a small white envelope, placing it on

t's

e tapped the envelope, "...is a keycard to your own room. Down the hall. If you don't

envelope like it

aybe

ush her cheek. "But if you stay in this room..." his

shed. "You're n

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off the table, storming

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