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night as I did, why hadn’t she responded? It took two seconds to message back. She sure as hell had been on my mind.
    I wanted to think I’d been on hers.
    But, then, nothing seemed to be going my way lately.
     

CHAPTER 13
     
    Liam
     
    “Then let me talk to your boss.” I bumped my forehead against my office window, wanting to thump some sense into the ICE agent on the other end of the phone.
    “Sir, it doesn’t matter who you talk with here, you would receive the same information.” The woman clipped the words at me and probably had a whole list of ways to say “no” and “leave.”
    Not things I usually heard from women.
    “There has to be some mistake. Someone must have misfiled my paperwork.”
    “I show here that we tried contacting you three times in the last six months.”
    I looked out at the city, the one I’d come to call home for over half my life. My dad had come to the US fifteen years ago, after he and his partners decided it would be good for one of them to take residence here. As part owner of one of the world’s largest communication companies, it only made sense. New York grew on me and I began to see it as my home. I did the math in my head, reminding myself that I’d lived here alone for over three years since they’d died.
    I couldn’t help but think that if Dad was still around, he’d know exactly what to say to this agent to turn things in his favor. By the end of the call, she’d be thanking him for coming to the States.
    I wasn’t going to leave without a fight. You’d think having a net worth of over a billion would count for something, right? This was the land of plenty, and I had plenty. Why couldn’t anyone see that?
    Apparently it got you little more than a return phone call five days after calling them.
    “I’m sure some sort of arrangement can be made.”
    As she recited her lines, shooting down everything I had to say, I drew the vertical blinds across the windows and couldn’t remember the last time I’d covered this view. But every time I looked out, I asked myself, if I hadn’t thrown my mail out, would it have even mattered? I could ask Sally, Sandy, Sue—whatever the fuck this girl’s name was—but that’d be admitting that I could have received the notices and chosen to ignore them. Probably not the best way to go.
    “You have to have a supervisor on site. I want to talk with them.”
    “At this time, we suggest that you conclude any business you have in this country.”
    After another ten minutes of getting absolutely nowhere, I finally hung up before I said something to make her speed up my timeline.
    Something told me that was the one thing she could do.
    As I set my phone on my desk, it hit me. Unless I figured something out, this really was my last month living in the US. If making something happen to keep me here was anything like talking to the ICE agent, I was in trouble.
    I dragged my fingers across my blinds and thought about Tessa—my one possible chance to stay in-country, if I was ballsy enough to ask for her help and she was daring enough to say yes—and I still hadn’t heard back from her.
    Sure, there were other women out there. But just thinking about ending up with someone like Paisley sent shivers down my back. She’d messaged me over a dozen times since leaving my place Monday morning.
    As if on cue, my phone buzzed. When would she get the hint that I didn’t want to talk with her?
    I reached over to turn my phone off and froze when I read Tessa Douglas on the display.
    I stared at it, thinking that my brain had replaced the letters with what I wanted it to say. When her name stayed there, crisp and clear, I grabbed the phone before she hung up.
    My stomach did a little flip and I reminded myself to say something. “Hello.”
    “Liam?” She had a strange tone to her voice and I briefly wondered if she’d meant to call me. “I . . . I don’t know what to say.”
    “Is everything okay?” I asked.
    “Yes.” The word