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ama, a little tighter than usual. "We'll talk later. Everything will be okay." "I love you, Remi Solano." "I love you, too." - I struggled to keep my shit together and walked back to my loft. I manag

loving and selfless. I wanted to scream or throw some

a die. *** Mav Maverick Rivera finished tying his bow tie and pulled on his tuxedo jacket. He headed for the door, sending one last glance at the naked woman lying face down on the bed, fast asleep. He hadn't left his number. He never did. He'd met her at the bar downstairs. He only hooked up with women who wanted exactly what he did-a few hours of no-strings-attached sex. Leaving the hotel room, he headed down to the ballroom. He g

black hair loose around her shoulders. Mav had met Zane Roth and Liam Kensington in college. They had all become friends, brothers. Each had made their fortunes: Zane in finance, Liam in real estate and development, and Mav in tech. Unfortunately, that had also painted targets on their backs. Another couple whizzed by, laughing with Zane and Monroe. Liam did some smooth moves on the dance floor. He came from money-he could dance, he could party with perfect manners, and he wore a tuxedo like he was born with one. He held his new girlfriend, and the love of his life, tucked against him. Aspen's platinum blonde hair was pinned back tonight, leaving

st sold his first invention-a new computer chip. The money was about to come in, and there were articles all over it. He'd never suspected that Hannah wasn't real. That pretty face, the sincere smile, the good sex. Hell, he'd bought her flowers. He downed the rest of his drink. Ancient fucking history. He should be thanking Hannah. She'd taught him a valuable lesson. "Mav." Dark-haired Zane walked up and slapped Mav

miss Mrs. Kerber, though. My old neighbor. I asked Juno and Briar to help her out if her bird, Skittles, escaped again." And there it was. Aspen was good, right down to the bone. "Yeah," Liam said. "My personal PI managed to track down the girls in the photos with my dad." The man's lip curled. Mav's fingers tightened on his glass. Liam hated his father. The elder Kensington was a jerk with a penchant for teenage girls. That, mixed with a few white-collar criminals and an attempted blackmail, was how Aspen and Liam met. Aspen leaned on her man. "One of the girls agreed to pr

ed his cheek. "I'm happy." Mav had to look away. The music changed. "Oh, I love that one," Monroe said. "Come on. We're dancing." Liam groaned. "Chandler here has two left feet." His wife elbowed him. "You've been warned."