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I was appalled that she recalled so much of that might. She’d barely been able to stand when I found her out on the street, talking to Wyatt.

“Also, you still haven’t given me the good dirt about Wyatt,” Zoe said.

“What dirt?”

Zoe held her palms so they were roughly six inches apart. “Bigger?”

“Huh?”

She moved her hands another three inches apart. “Bigger than this?” she asked with a gasp.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Zoe. Stop it.”

She pouted and lowered her hands. “It’s important information.”

“That night was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I was coming here to maybe die, and I needed some stress release. That’s all that was. A night of…” I paused and gave a defeated shrug. “Good sex, I’ll admit. I was desperate to get my mind off everything for a while, and Wyatt happened to be there. Nothing more. I let myself forget what a bossy, domineering asshole he was for one hour. I put all that out of my mind, used his body to get what I wanted, and then we were done. I’ve already forgotten how it fe