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sauntering off towards the door. “You’re the best.”
    “Back atcha, my friend.”
    Ellie went to work putting James out of her mind. Sure it’d been fun kissing him last night, but it’d be more fun imagining him as the perfect man rather than getting to know him and finding out that he’s just like every other human being with a penis … a self-focused asshole

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    J ames didn’t go home after he left Good Beginnings. He called a few friends and talked them into meeting him at Fantastic Sam’s so he could pick up his bike. Then, he talked them into driving his truck back to his house so he could go on and take his bike to the gym. There was no doubt in his mind that they’d do it, either. That was the glory of having more money than anyone else you knew. They were willing to do just about anything to stay in your good graces.
    Most people sought out a friendship with him because they hoped some of his money would rub off on them. That they’d get to live some kind of rich and famous lifestyle just because they were friends or something. James didn’t feel at all bad about taking advantage of those kinds of people, since they were essentially taking advantage of him. But then there were the ones who loved him because of who he was and not what he could do for them and that was a different story altogether. He would bend over backwards for those people.
    It was a gorgeous day for a ride, even if he was hungover as all hell. After handing his truck keys over to Ethan and watching him drive away with Oliver following behind, James hopped on the Ducati and revved the engine before backing out of his space and gunning the throttle with a practiced twitch of his wrist. The bike lurched forward and his stomach protested with a queasy lurch of it’s own, but he wasn't in the mood to listen to his hangover.
    When he’d woken up in his own bed this morning, he had been so confused. And even more confused when he realized he was still fully dressed, all except for his shoes, even though he was pretty sure he remembered having his hands all over some class-A titties last night … some sweet thing stretched out on top of him, his mouth devouring hers. When he’d finally pulled it together enough to stumble down the stairs and found Ellie’s note, he’d been more than a little embarrassed.
    Ellie Charles. The woman who sold him coffee every Saturday. The girl who had been in at least one of his classes every year throughout most of his years at school. The chick who was just a little more curvy than he liked his women, with wild dark hair and a bluntness she didn’t know how to rein in. The total opposite of rail-thin, platinum blonde Erin, the woman who held the keys to his heart for the last decade.
    Thinking of Erin turned his stomach again. He rolled back on the throttle and the bike shot forward, eager for him to let it off its leash. Bliss didn’t have a gym, so it was a good long ride out to a town that did. With the warm sun on his back and the wind rushing past him, the sea glistening beside him and a long straight road ahead of him, it was easy to forget all the reasons he was broken right now. He wasn’t going to let thoughts of Erin creep into his head and ruin this day like she ruined other every day for the last two months.
    He pulled into the parking lot at the gym and walked inside, his helmet tucked under one arm as he nodded a greeting to the guy at the front desk. As he put his stuff into a locker in the locker room, his phone pinged to let him know about an incoming text. James checked the screen and saw that it was a message from his older brother, Ian, the guy who had everything come together just as James’s whole life fell apart. The text was sure to be some shit about Ian’s wedding. Ian wanted James to be his best man, but James just wasn’t interested. Not now.
    The whole marriage thing was doomed anyway. Ian and his fiancée only dated a few months before they got engaged and sure, they