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The moment his eyes opened the next morning, he knew immediately that Brandi was already gone.
“f**k. What now?” Gareth demanded, rolling to his feet. He was glad he’d dressed before going to sleep. It saved time this morning.
He took care of the necessities and headed out the door at a run.
Raising his arm to hail a taxi, he allowed himself only a few moments to long for the clean clothes stashed in his company allocated hotel room. He could call Fallon and Lars to have them collect some for him, except for the fact he wasn’t up to hearing their cackling amusement over his dilemma.
Settling into the non-descript backseat of the first cab that stopped, Gareth realized he didn’t understand it either. Why was he tormenting himself this way? He could just go home to Wasilla. Nothing wa
