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Carter poured hilass of scotch and made himself comfortable on the sofa in o I had dinner with Muse on the terrace, and then she went to bed Carter stopped by shortly afterward, and noere hidden away in my office

He lit his cigar and let the s “Your family loves Muse more than you do”

My eyes darted to his face, the lethal daggers practically bursting from my irises

Carter chuckled before he took another puff of his cigar “Sorry Sapphire”

No one called her Muse but me “Yes, I’m aware”

“Honestly, I like her more than you, too”

“Juon,” I said with indifference “You’ve always been the type”

“I make my oay in life If not, I wouldn’t be a self- his scotch and his cigar

My office always sars for days afterward, but I didn’t mind because I liked the smell None of my pieces were in here, so I didn’t have to worry about ruining the fabric with the carcinogen

“So, is she still your prisoner or what?” he asked “Because it seems like you actually like the woman”

I did like her—a little tooon, man”

He set his cigar on the ashtray and stared at ?”

“My father asked when I was going to ask her to marry me”

Carter stoppeddead serious He ether, so we understood each other on an innate level other people couldn’t understand It reminded me of my connection with Muse, but in a different way “And what did you say?”

“That I wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment But my father never asksmy feet because women like Sapphire are rare He said she has spunk”