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That alone made me want to change the way Hooked collected data for trial memberships. I didn’t give a fuck if they canceled before the thirty days were over. I wanted to know who they were.

I wanted to know her name.

I wanted just a tiny bit of information that would give me a clue as to who this woman was and why things had gone so wrong.

But Love owned only part of my thoughts.

The other half, the more dominant side, was Drake.

Not a single thing in my office—not my email, my ringing office line, not even the knock on my door—could pull me out of the trance I was in as I replayed last night’s kiss.

Watching it over and fucking over in my head.

Knowing she was only down the hall, in her office, was driving me mad.

I wanted to see her.

I wanted to be around her.

I wanted to smell her in the goddamn air.

I didn’t know why, when I’d climbed into bed long after my shower, I ached so goddamn hard for a woman I barely knew. But inside, somewhere deep, it felt like we’d spent years togethe