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He’s right They shouldn’t Lizzy shouldn’t have been there in the first place If I hadn’t given up on her, if I hadn’t kicked her out of my apartment, she wouldn’t have

I could have saved her

But now I’m too late

Present Day

"What do you mean you can’t deliver until after the weekend?" Despite every effort to keep

"Sir, I’ labor shortages We’re working as fast as we can to cover orders We’re sorry for the inconvenience," the custo like she has said it a hundred tie of e to slaainst the desk This conversation is a complete waste of time It’s the sae up before she has a chance to spew the prewritten response for that

With a groan, I lean back in my leather chair and fold my arms behind my head I survey the walls ofas supply roohts at Penny’s coupled with sporadic beer deliveriesweekend Thatto custo out of Heineken doesn’t entitle them to a free lap dance

I hate this business, so open a fresh bottle of high-end Réolden liquid into lass before the club opens to take the edge off and one to close the place down Unfortunately, the edge doesn’t colass a lot It’s a good thing our hours are li problem At two hundred bucks a bottle, I’d also have a money proble burn slides down my throat

"Cain?" Nate’s deep voice rumbles a second before his six-foot-six, 280-pound frah the doorway I’iant now standing before iven that I was the one footing the steep grocery bill through his teenage growth spurts "Just got a text from Cherry She’s sick"

"She texted you?"

He nods slowly, his dark eyes never leaving mine

"That’s the third tirees, and I know his thoughts are on the sath as mine No one knows me better than Nate In fact, no one really knows me but Nate

Cherry has worked for me for three and a half years She has the i shifts because she was "sick," we found her battered and strung out on blow, thanks to her douchebag boyfriend