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damage on the bar beneath my mangled com-

puter, but I don’t give a shit. Countertops are re-

placeable. What this computer destroyed of Mag-

gie isn’t.

When there isn’t much left of the computer to

destroy, I finally drop the hammer on the bar. I’m

out of breath. I turn and slide down to the floor

with my back against the cabinets.

Warren walks around me and sits on the floor

in front of me, resting his back against the wall

behind him. “Feel better?” he signs.

I shake my head. I don’t feel better, I just feel

worse. Now I know for a fact that it’s not the

laptop I’m mad at. It’s me. I’m mad at myself.

“Anything I can do to help?”

I ponder his question. The only thing that


could help me get Maggie back is to prove to her

that there’s nothing going on between me and

Sydney. In order to prove that to her, I need to

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not have any interaction with Sydney whatso-

ever. That’s kind of hard with her in the very

next room.

“Can you help Sydney move?” I sign.

“Today?”

Warren lowers his chin at my request, eyeing

me with disappointment. “Today? Her apartment

won’t be ready for three more days. Besides, she

needs furniture, and what we ordered this morn-

ing isn’t even being delivered until the day she

moves in.”

I pull my wallet out of my pocket and remove

my credit card. “Take her to a hotel, then. I’ll pay

for her room until her apartment is ready. I need

her out in case Maggie comes back. She can’t be

here.”

Warren takes my card and stares at it for sever-

al seconds before bringing his eyes back to mine.

“This is kind of a shitty move considering this is

your fault. Don’t expect me to be the one to ask

her to leave today. You owe her that much.”

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I have to admit, Warren’s reaction surprises

me. Yesterday he seemed to hate Sydney. Today

he’s acting as if he’s protecting her. “I already

told her I need her to leave today. Do me a favor,

and make sure she gets moved in okay this week.

Get her anything she needs. Groceries, extra fur-

niture, whatever.”

I’m beginning to stand up when the door to

Sydney’s room opens. She’s walking out back-

ward, pulling both of her suitcases. Warren

scrambles to his feet next to me, and as soon as

she turns around and her eyes lock with mine, she

freezes.

The guilt over what I’m having her do hits me

when I see the tears in her eyes. She doesn’t de-

serve this. She hasn’t done anything to deserve

all that I’ve put her through. The way it makes

me feel to know I’ve hurt her is exactly why I

need her to leave, because I shouldn’t care this

much.

But I do. God, I care about her so much.

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I break eye contact with her and look back to

Warren. “Thank you for helping her,” I sign. I

head back to my room, not wanting to watch

Sydney walk out the front door. I can’t imagine

losing both her and Maggie in the course of a few

hours, but it’s actually happening.

Warren grabs my arm as I pass him, forcing

me to turn and look at him. “You aren’t even go-

ing to tell her good-bye?” he signs.

“I can’t tell her good-bye when I don’t really

want her to leave.” I continue toward my room,

thankful that I can’t hear the sound of the front

door closing behind her when she leaves. I don’t

know if I could take it.

I pick up my phone and lie down on my bed. I

pull up Maggie’s number and send her a text.

Me: I’ll give you however much time you

need. I love you more than you even real-

ize. I’m not going to deny anything I said

to Sydney, because it was all true, espe-

cially the parts about you and how much I

love you. I know you’re hurt, and I know I

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betrayed you, but please. You have to

know how much I’ve fought for you.

Please don’t end us like this.

I hit the send button and pull the phone to my

chest.

Then I f*cking cry.

Chapter Twenty One

Sydney

“Let me get those,” Warren says as he bends to

pick up my suitcases. He carries them down the

steps, and I follow him. Once we make it to his

car, I realize I don’t even know where I’m going.

I haven’t thought this far ahead. As soon as

Ridge told me he needed me to leave today, I just

packed my things and walked out without even a

plan for what I’m going to do for the next three

days. My new apartment isn’t ready, but I’m