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“And I can’t believe the judge refused to set bail You’re not a flight risk”

“Hecall” His warm exhale feels so close I hold the phone as if it’s his cheek “I’et out of this one, and I’ve heard the French Riviera is beautiful year-round”

“Don’t say that” A tone sounds in our ears, and I know our tiet you out” I speak fast “Stuart’s headed your way toMarc tomorrow, and Patrick will be in the Princeton office Monday—”

“I love you, babe”

“I love you more”

It’s our last words before we’re cut off My head drops on ht anymore My shoulders shake, and I dissolve into tears

The foot traffic is light on Michigan Avenue thismy chin, I let the war air I’h forto say to Marcus I’, whatever it takes to save Derek Nothing inhim back home with his family

I haven’t seen Marcus Merritt in ale or even knew Sloan Reynolds I’m not sure how much Elaine keeps her brother in the loop on ton, our parents used to hint that Marcus and I et married We dated off and on, but he was always a ladies’for someone “more mature”

Pushing through the revolving glass doors, I shake e”

I cross the greyout on the thirty-first floor, I quickly scan the polished surfaces of the waiting roo, stained oak floors, and built in bookshelves surround me It’s Sunday, so the office is closed The receptionist’s desk sits empty

Unsure what to do, I step across the luxurious waiting area Wooden doors with glass panes lead to a sh when I hear my name and turn

Marcus is stunningly handsome as ever He’s a bit darker than Elaine, with cararey slacks and a light blue dress shirt with a navy tie At six foot, he’s so fit and polished, I can’t help a laugh

“When did you startat GQ?”

He s my cheek “And how is it possible you’re e?”

I hadn’t packed for this trip, so I’d had to stick with my dark skinny jeans and red tunic sweater “H”