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inside. As I shut the door behind me, I froze, looking down at the small piece of metal in my hand. He’d done it, the sly fucker. He’d handed me the key he’d tried to give me months ago.
    “Dammit,” I muttered, dropping the key onto the side table like it burned me as I flipped on the light. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch, I curled up against the arm, trying to warm myself while I waited. Noting just how comfortable I was in this house, I realized that I’d been ignoring the direction Tony and I had taken. This blanket on the back of the couch was here because I bitched months ago that he always kept it too cold in here. The remotes were side by side in a caddy on the coffee table in front of me because I told him it was stupid to have to look for them. He’d adapted his life to fit me into it and I’d ignored what that meant.
    But I couldn’t do that anymore.
    I didn’t budge when Tony walked back in. He came over, shrugging out of his coat and tossing it over a chair along with his hat. He sighed as he dropped onto the couch but didn’t speak first.
    “Were you trying to make me jealous or trying to out us?” I asked, knowing exactly what he was after. The answer was both. He didn’t reply. “I told you I was busy tonight so instead of taking that, you decided to show up at the bar where you knew I would be. Why?”
    He reached up, unconsciously toying with one of the gauges in his ear as he spoke. “I told you, I wanted to see you.”
    “Bullshit, Tony, you were letting Cameryn hang all over you in hopes it would piss me off and I would make a scene.”
    “You had your head too far up Zane’s ass to pay any attention to me anyway,” he snapped, closing his eyes as he jumped right into the root of the problem.
    “I told you before, Zane is my best friend. If you can’t handle that—”
    “Best friend, my ass. Do you think I’m an idiot, Lili? Do you think I can’t see what’s going on?”
    I ignored his implication, tired of hearing it from him. “I’m done.” The words were barely above a whisper. It hurt me to say them. He just stared at me. “I mean it. We’re finished. I can’t do this anymore. You’re pushing and I told you this was all you’d get from me.”
    “Fine. I’ll stop, okay? You don’t want to tell anyone, you want to keep things like they are, fine. I’m sorry.” His voice was defeated as he ran his thumb over the light beard coming in.
    I stared at him, my brain and my body at war. I’d come here to end things with him but I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t still want him.
    He turned his face toward mine, the brown eyes I knew so well melting into a deeper shade as he caught me staring. He leaned closer, close enough to press his forehead to mine when I didn’t object. “Do you forgive me?” he asked, the rumble in his low voice doing amazing things to my body. The sexy smirk on his face made me realize I was nodding before I even told myself to do it. “Can I make it up to you?” I tilted my chin up, capturing his lips in answer. My fingers scratched along his jaw, enjoying the rough feel of the hair as he lifted me up, carrying me toward his bedroom. I gave in, shutting off the part of me that was screaming that this was a mistake.

    “ You were right.”
    Those three words stilled me as I was tugging my shirt back in place. I took a shaky breath before I finished dressing and turned to face Tony where he lay in the bed. “I thought you were asleep.”
    “I know.” He sighed, sitting up and resting his arms on his knees as I slipped on my shoes. “You were right.”
    I didn’t want to ask because I knew what he was going to say. “I’m always right.” My voice was supposed to come out playful, but it sounded just as defeated as I felt. I leaned against the wall by the door, taking a deep breath. “You want more.”
    “I thought…” he scrubbed both hands over his face, “I thought I could keep doing this but I was