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A tap sounded at her door, but Ivy ignored it. In the darkened room, she sat in a chair by the window, watching the tides of the ocean beyond and trying to numb the wound in her heart.
“Can we talk?” Bennett asked in a low voice. “I canceled my dinner for you. I know what those notes looked like, and I’m sorry. It’s not what you think.”
The ache in her soul was so deep that she couldn’t respond.
Bennett knocked again. “Are you there?”
Maybe he’d go away if she didn’t answer. He was moving anyway. She bit her lip, repressing her sobs.
The door creaked open, and a s***h of light from the hallway illuminated the room. Ivy shook her head, chastising herself for not locking the door.
Bennett stepped inside and moved toward her.
“You don’t have to explain,” Ivy said in a sharp tone. “
