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2024-10-29 19:42:56“How the hell am I supposed to know where she is, Rachel?” Dex shouted into his phone, frustrated and frankly scared beyond his capacity to stand any longer. “After what happened on the plane, it’s not like I can follow her! And I sure as hell can’t leave her a message.”
“Why not?”
“For pity’s sake, he’s weaseled himself into her room now!”
At the other end of the line, Rachel froze, rooted to her spot as she paced her bedroom in the wee hours of the morning. “Wait—what happened on the plane?”
“He happened.” Wiping a frustrated palm over his countenance, he continued. “That fake Duke? He’s the one who stole my seat next to her. As it happened, my new seat was still close, and since my entire reason for being on that damn flight was otherwise occupied, I had time to observe him. He’s good, Rachel. Damn good. He knows shit about her—personal shit even we didn’t know. I’m telling you, whatever is happening here, it’s bigger than us. It’s not something I
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