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“What difference does it make? You already told me everything I needed to know—” “Not everything,” he interrupted, his voice turning hard. “You left before you heard it all. Because you didn’t want to hear it all.” My anger was growing, along with my impatience. Now this was my fault? “Okay, Nico. You win. I’ll play your little game: Why?” There was a long, deafening silence, then a ragged sigh. “I can’t talk about this over the phone.” Fighting back tears, I looked out at the ocean. “You know what?” I whispered, shaking my head. “I think I’m all checkmated out.” “Don’t fuckin’ hang up!” I’d never heard him so angry. Even when he was screaming at the paparazzi, even when Brody and A.J. had walked in on us in bed. His fury crawled right through the line and grabbed me around the neck,
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