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A mind that should have been cleared of her the moment I stepped on the plane.

Just because she had owned my thoughts and occupied my hands while I was in Vegas didn’t mean that had to continue.

I was home.

I was back to my lifestyle.

Thousands of miles separated us, and so did far too many years. Years that were important, that were full of development, that put us in different stages of our lives.

It didn’t matter that there was a chance I could be flying to her city this week. Seeing her would only delay the inevitable. It would only tease me.

And the best thing for me—the best thing for both of us—was to push our time in Vegas far out of my fucking head.

“Jenner,” my assistant said, returning to my doorway. “I worked a miracle. I don’t know how, honestly, but I did. I have you on the company’s plane tomorrow morning and then flying straight to Seattle on Friday.”

She closed my door, and I stared at the black screen of my phone.

That gave me three nights in Miami.

Goddamn it.

I was