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I take a shaking breath, but she glares.

“Here’s a question for you, Lena. Who the fuck are you and where’s my friend?”

It’s a good question.

“I don’t know. I’m just…drained.” Emotionally. Physically.

“Yeah, hello invasion of the body snatchers person, you got her face right, but that ain’t her personality.” Harry frowns and says, “I just want to know why you’re letting two rich murderous assholes lead you around like a bitch in heat. Do you have a lead?”

I gulp down a sob.

Anyone else would toss the bottle aside, hug me, and say everything’s going to be all right.

Not Harry. She just waits.

Since I know she won’t let it go without some kind of explanation, the story comes out. The hot sex that she already knew about, the bond with Hendrick, which she didn’t. The fact they both want me and I want them. How Jac hurt me and Hendrick bathed me and Jac got me apology earrings of the expensive kind. How I can’t keep the fuck away from them and I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know what to do.

At all.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, “Magdalena, this is bad.”

“I know. And now I’m in so deep that I’m not sure ending it will do that. It’s like we—”

“Not that crap,” she says. “Do you know how much even the cheapest item is from that jeweler? They have one store. One. In Manhattan. A billionaire got them for you. They must be worth a fortune, like a medium to good fortune. An earring of money each would be great padding for our bank accounts. You’d sell the pair of course, just split the profit. And hello…fencer here. Why the actual fuck did you return them?”

I drink the whiskey straight, right from my mug. I don’t even care that it strips flesh on the way down.

Thumping the mug on the coffee table, I shake my head. “Out of everything in my very sad and sorry tale, the earrings are what you took away from the entire thing?”

“Very, very, very expensive earrings, Lena,” she says. “What? If you’d kept the earrings, I’d say bounce all day on both the cocks and we’d be richer.”

“Both? At once?”

She shrugs. “Could be fun. If you’re into that sort of thing, that is.”

I start to giggle, and she joins in.

I laugh so much my sides ache and tears blur my vision. Fuck, I’ve missed her.

When I stop, I wipe my eyes and breathe.

“Shit, Harry.” I look at her as she calmly makes drinks. “What do I do?”

“Didn’t you say Bobby Ruben wants you to do a job?”’

I wave a hand. “It’ll be easy, I’ll see him tomorrow.”

“See him tonight.”

“Why?”

“You do research on all jobs, even easy ones, we both do. So why not do the two birds with one stone. Find out more about the Heart of Dark Desires.”

Now I frown. “I thought it didn’t matter this time. All I had to do was give it to the client.”

“But Lena, you’re right, they’re Quinate, they hate each other, so either Hendrick has it but it’s actually a fake, one he doesn’t know about, or it’s real. Or he’s bluffing.”

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