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My brain stalled on his question, and I forced the gears to start turning again. “But you didn’t tell me the truth.” That was the problem. The root of all of this.

Kingston pulled out a spare chair. “Sit, please? We’ll talk.” When I shook my head, he stayed standing “I’m sorry I put off telling you about the zoning. But that was the only—”

“The only lie? That and the names? One of the very first things you said to me when we met face to face?Barney? Your track record speaks for itself.” Maybe I should take the chair. Four nights of no sleep was catching up to me.

“I’m sorry,” Kingston said. “We’resorry. It was a dick move anyway, but I hate that it was done to you.”

I wasn’t hearing that no-fault bullshit. “Thatyoudid it to me. This wasn’t a generic fluke;youmade it happen.”

Owen sighed. “You’re right, we did.”

“Ravyn and Ramsey told me you don’t call in favors.” I focused on him. Or tried to. He was kind of fuzzy around the edges. “Guess I was special?”

“You are special. There were no favors.” Kingston looked blurry too. “I filed a request for a zoning change. Anyone could have done it.”

“I tried to have it pulled after we met you. I would have used a favor for that, but Ramsey couldn’t make it happen. We had to let it go to hearing,” Owen said.

I should shut this down and go home. Why was I here? “Goodie for you. You did something cruel, and then couldn’t backstep it. Boo hoo.”

Owen’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry. I miss you.”

Why did he have to sound so sincere? It made me want to punch something.

“Give us another chance,” Kingston said.

“How many chances do I give you?” Darkness licked the corners of my vision. I was definitely wobbling. And so tired. “I think I’ll take that seat now.” My world went black.










Chapter Twenty-Three

Why was I in a hospitalbed? An IV running into my arm?

Everything in my brain was fuzzy. I’d been furious at Kingston and Owen. Yelling. Wobbling.

Someone kept asking me questions. My head throbbed as I tried to make sense of the memories. Was I taking any medications? Any allergies? When was the last time I ate? That was easy. Days ago. Unless coffee counted.

“...leave when we... answers.” Owen? He was shouting, but I couldn’t make out all the words. Owen shouted?

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