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staff, there were four men in black suits.  They were all stoic but the one Abram greeted cracked a sympathetic half-wince, half-smile when he saw me.
    “I’m guessing Mr. Kingdon’s in for a world of pain,” he said.
    “He already got it,” Abram smirked, reading my mind when I flashed him a curious look about this in the elevator.  “Nate,” he clarified before turning to speak under his breath to his guy.
    In the penthouse, still carrying me, I remember Abram asking me to eat.  But when I wouldn’t, he took me to the room I’d stayed in last time.  I was asleep before he even got me into bed.
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    It was dark by the time I awoke.  For a second, I thought it was all a dream.  Being followed, crashing my bike, waking up in the ER – it was unbelievable enough without throwing in Abram.  As my husband no less.  I imagined him identifying himself to the nurse.  “ My name is Abram.  I’m here to see my wife, Isla Maran .”  The thought put a little smile on my lips, but it fell to a grimace the second I sat up in bed.  Every bruise on my body pulsed in pain under my skin.
    Struggling, I sat upright, finally catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the mantle. Not the worst .  My top lip was swollen at the Cupid’s bow.  My bloody stitches, apparently cleaned in my sleep, were now five neat X’s marching in a short, straight line.  I’d think they were cute if it weren’t for money and Reece.  I could already hear him cutting my shifts because of them.  “ You know our clientele, Isla.  They come here for familiarity.  Comfort.  The way you look now is going to make them uneasy .”
    The painkillers were clearly wearing off if I was alert enough to start worrying again.  Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I shot a quick email to work before turning my reluctant attention to the missed texts.  They were half from Holly, half from Evan. I skimmed them.  Both were asking me separately to meet them – Holly so we could “talk” and Evan so he could return my bomber jacket.  Though his last few texts took a sharp turn.
    considering the reasons you ended things with me isla it feels like you should get why I proposed to holly. You get it more than anyone. Life gets fucking hard and we all end up doing unexpected things to make it easier for ourselves.  You gave up your dream job.  I got engaged
    but that doesn’t mean I won’t always want you.  It doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could be marrying you. you were a million worlds out of my league so I’ll probably never stop mentally reliving the time we had together. And I thank you for it but I still need closure so please call me back Isla. Please.
    I didn’t realize my hands were shaking until I finished reading.
    God, I should’ve known.
    And in the back of my head, I probably did, but just hadn’t had the time to think about it.  Evan wasn’t marrying Holly for love but for her family’s money.  She had a hefty trust fund and he had massive debt that he’d spent ten years banking on paying off in one shot.  Online poker, Powerball tickets, Ponzi schemes – he got suckered into it all before finally pushing me to study pharmaceuticals since teaching would “never pay six figures.”  Over time, he became the world’s grandest display of laziness and the last straw for me came when he found out how much I was paying toward Elle’s medical bills.
    He spent that day sulking, daring to be jealous of her cancer treatment .
    I thought that kicking him out would force him to become an adult but apparently, he’d gone the easy route and proposed to a girl he once refused to so much as dance with while I got our drinks at the bar.  “Sorry.  I don’t do chicks with Leno chins .   Even if they’re your friends.”
    You scumbag.  I should have never gone to meet you that night .  The thought played in my mind on such a repeat that I must’ve summoned the asshole because suddenly, he was calling.  I don’t