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There were too many trees blocking the space between us, but I saw a pair of high heels hit the ground and the sound of the door shutting. As she moved past the tall, thick trunks, I could see lean legs and a trim waist, tits that weren’t any bigger than my hands. Long black hair that trickled past her shoulders, hitting her elbows as she walked.

I held my fucking breath as she turned at the path, a feeling blasting through my stomach when she faced us.

A feeling I hadn’t at all been prepared for.

My stare moved up her face—her perfect, pouty lips and eyes that were screaming blue, now connected with mine.

Jo.

What the hell is she doing here?

The Gucci bag that I’d given to her dangled on her shoulder, and she gripped it as she came over to us.

If anyone looked at her in this moment, they would see confidence, charisma. A woman who was about to blow our minds with whatever came out of her mouth.

But I knew that smile that was lifting across her lips. It was her timid, uncertain expres