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He tilts his head toward Sweet. “You should've seen her face yesterday.”

Sweet goes still.

I know where he's going.

I deserve every word.

“Walked right in on you fucking that redhead in a coffin.”

Hearing it from him makes what I did sound exactly as ugly as it was.

Sweet looks away.

I deserve that too.

Razor grins. “That's your thing, Adams? Break one woman open, climb inside another?”

“Keep her name out of your mouth.”

“Which name?”

His face moves closer to her hair.

“Sweet?”

Her shoulders tighten.

“Or Doll?”

My vision tunnels. “Don't.”

Razor smiles wider.

He likes that.

Of course he does.

“Funny thing is, Doll thought you were different.”

Sweet closes her eyes for half a second, then opens them.

“I did.”

She does not say it to Razor.

She says it to me.

There is no accusation in her voice.

That would hurt less.

It's just fact.

“I know.”

Razor laughs. “Oh, we're confessing now?”

I ignore him.