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I was grateful that Boone had ordered a car to pick us up because I didn’t think my legs would carry me two more feet, much less the ten or so blocks to our hotel. And when I saw Xavier’s face pop out from around the corner of the building as our limousine drove by, with the protection of nicely tinted windows, I knew I wouldn’t have been able to evade him a second time.
“Who was that, Poe?” Adaire asked. I could tell he was trying to act nonchalant, but there was a new tightness in his voice.
I sighed and started to answer, but fortunately, Beattie had my back.
“That sorry excuse for a human being is Poe’s very, very, very ex-boyfriend Xavier Winstock,” she said with enough acid that it could have melted the limo down in seconds.
“Yeah, we worked together back in Virginia and dated
