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Harlow couldn’t deal with him. Adjusting her dial was difficult. It would take some time. Just looking into Ryske’s face made her want to believe he was the man she’d thought he was. Though, it was the rush his proximity provoked in her hormones that she resented the most.
For so long, she’d craved him, been willing to do anything, tolerate anything, to have him back. And now that he was available, she felt only pain and betrayal. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t. Even if she let herself believe that he did, she’d never be able to accept what he said as truth.
Clearing her mind, Harlow reminded herself that there were other things in the world, and she had a limited amount of time to plan her next move.
Without a base, she had nowhere to dump her sports bag. Her usual morning session
