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“I’ry, Donovan”

Liar

“I’onna stop this right now I’uy who’s done”

He pointed to the bag on the counter as he strode past her and headed for the stairs He needed a shower, and he needed to sleep

“Do us both a favor and take the test”

Chapter Twenty

Donovan was up before sunrise, but Jack was already gone Dejected, she stared at the rumpled sheets on his bed—rumbled sheets that looked a hell of a lot like her own—and then closed his bedroom door

She’s hardly slept a wink but so the house He’d probably gone for a run

Coco had been curled up at the edge of Jack’s bed but jumped down just in ti crazily as he yipped all the way down

She wandered downstairs, flipping the switch beside the sink and winced as the light flashed on The beginnings of a headache pushed in on her skull and she sighed, searching for solass of water and barely ed to s them Crap Seems as if her throat was sore She so didn’t have ti, but she wasn’t surprised

When was the last tiht’s sleep?

A coffee cup was in the sink, and she rinsed it out, wiping it dry and setting it back inside the cupboard, her actions autoet Jack out of her heard

Couldn’t get the look in his eyes out of her dreas left for her He’d said it last night He was done

And Donovan had no idea what to do about it Did she just let the chips fall where they ht for Jack Simon noas it too late?

She should have fought for hiht for their love Had she really been that weak?