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CHAPTER 165

Author: Holly S Roberts
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Miller called me into his office on Wednesday.

“Charles Woodrow from The Colt Sentinel has requested to run your series in his local paper. We have a set price for requests like this and you’ll receive compensation too. I wanted to let you know before you left for the championship.”

My plane flew out on Friday morning. I took a cab to the hotel, ordered room service, and took a nap after I ate. An hour later, I gave up the nap idea. I had a particularly boring file playing on my recorder when someone knocked at my hotel room door. I looked out the peephole and Van stood there. What the hell? I wasn’t sure I could handle Van, but I knew I needed to face him. New Cami didn’t run from her problems.

He was lifting his hand to knock again when I opened the door. His bad-boy grin flashed. “I didn’t think you would answer.”

He looked so good because he looked so much like Joel. Added to the effect was his tight t-shirt and mussed hair. But no scar for me to tenderly run my fingers over. I cr
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