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A tear rolled down my cheek, followed by a hundred more. I was an i***t for thinking I could rescue Greyson from Fiona when he didn’t want to leave. He wanted her, not me. He wanted to work around the clock with Fiona at his side and not worry about the world around him . . . and his family who needed him.
Remy will have my head for this. He was searching for Mya, and I was breaking down doors and making an ass of myself. I’ll head home and stay out of their way. I needed a good cry and a long nap.
Security escorted me through the casino and out the door with a shove. “Don’t come back.”
I stared blankly ahead. “Don’t come back,” I repeated to myself.
A horn blasted a short beep. I jumped and refocused as a taxi pulled up.
“It didn’t work, did it?” the taxi driver called out.
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