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“Well, I guess that’s off the table.”

“For now, Heidi, but not forever. We can handle this.” He slipped his hand into mine. “I promise.”

I numbly nodded my head, watching all my carefully planned suggestions fly out the window.

“Hey,” he said, leaning toward me, “we can handle this. I swear. I am with you one hundred percent.”

“I know,” I told him with a smile.

I’d wanted it to be easier. But, of course, it wasn’t easier. Nothing in life was ever easy.

We finished our meal and headed back to the office. My head was up in the clouds on the drive back, and Landon remained silent, giving me the space to come back to the ground.

I knew two things for certain—Landon was my boss, and I wasn’t going to give him up for anything.

“Heidi,” he said low, drawing me toward his office, as I had instinctively moved to my desk, “let’s talk about this.”

“What’s there to talk about?” I whispered.

“Please,” he said more earnestly.

“All right,” I said. I didn’t know what more we could figure out today, but I was willing to listen.

Then, we walked into his office, and my eyes landed on a woman in a skintight red dress who had seated herself in the middle of Landon’s desk with her legs crossed seductively.

“Hello, darling,” Miranda said.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Landon

Shit.

Oh, shit.

My eyes were wide with alarm. What in the ever-loving fuck was Miranda doing here? I’d been ignoring her calls, texts, and pathetic messages to try to get me to reconsider the divorce. I’d only responded to tell her to sign the paperwork or talk to her lawyer. I’d made my decision, and I wasn’t going back to where we had been the last miserable year.

“Oh,” Heidi said. Her cheeks were bright red. “I’m just…going to go back to my desk then. Good talk, boss.”

“Heidi,” I said softly.

“We’ll chat about that…thing later.”

And then she all but dashed out of the room, leaving me alone with the most conniving woman I knew.

“What are you doing here, Miranda?” I demanded.

“I came to see my husband, of course.”

I nearly rolled my eyes. Why was I even surprised that she was playing that card? Nothing surprised me about her anymore.

This was the worst fucking time for her to show up. All I wanted to do was run out of this room and go talk to Heidi. I didn’t know what she must be feeling right now and I didn’t want her to think that anything was happening with me and Miranda.

I wished that I could go tell her not to worry and that there was nothing between Miranda and I anymore.

Instead, I had to deal with Miranda.

“Are you going to sign the papers?” I demanded.

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