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“Just tell me to wait for you,” Quinn whispers desperately as he slides his nose along mine. My ribs are having a hard time containing my hammering heart as I keep my eyes locked with his blue ones.

I stroke my fingers along his cheek as a sob hiccups out of me. “I can’t. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I would, though.” His words match the promise in his eyes.

On another broken sob, I whisper back, “I know, which is why I won’t ask.”

I walked away from Quinn Adler three years ago.

It was the biggest mistake of my life. I had my reasons, and I thought it was best to let him go. I am chaotic…too much. But even knowing that about myself, I still crave him. I still miss him.

I need him.

I love him.

But while I’ve been building an empire he’s supposed to be a part of—and pining after him like a love-sick fool—he’s been off getting engaged.

To someone who isn’t me.

It’s laughable, really.

He thinks I’m going to allow him to marry someone else?

Not a chance.

Quinn

“I’m getting married.”

Emery’s eyes flash with mischief as a slow, knowing smirk pulls at her thick lips. With a ballbusting confidence only she can exude, she says, “We’ll see.”

I furrow my brow. “We’ll see?”

Her lips curve higher, those gray eyes wicked as they hold mine. “Yup. We will see.”

Emery Brooks has been causing me trouble since we were toddlers. She is loud, assertive, and maybe even an evil genius, but my love for her knows no bounds. She walked away from me, left me behind for a new life, and I had no choice but to watch from afar. I put myself out there countless times for her to take me as her own, but she wouldn’t budge. Something was always holding her back.

So, I moved on. I got engaged.

And now, Emery is back. It’s not a big deal. Everything will be fine. I won’t fall back into my old ways of needing her like I need my next breath. I won’t let her close enough to see the secrets I’ve been hiding from everyone. I’ll keep her at arm’s length.

I’ve got this.

Or so I think. Because, in true Emery fashion, she