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stomach. “I'll do what I can.”
    “Good. Love you, honey.”
    “Love you.”
    I hang up, feeling like the worst daughter in history. I don't know how I'm ever going to confess the truth of my trip out here, or my spectacular failure. It's my own fault for being so impulsive—and for ignoring Dad's wishes in the first place.
    I put my face in my hand. The guilt of this situation is going to eat me alive. I just wish there was something I could say, something I could do to fix this whole mess. Instead, I’m running into one dead end after another and lying to my dad in the meantime. It’s like I’m just waiting for everything to explode in my face.
    My fingers skim over the keys of my phone. There's still one option open to me. Like it or not, Garrett might be our only chance. At least if I secure his help, I won't have to face my dad completely empty-handed when I return tomorrow.
    Before I can talk myself out of it, I scroll through my phone and click on Dipshit's number. I hold the cell up to my ear and wait, breathless, as the line rings once, twice, three times.
    Voicemail picks up, and I almost cry in relief. I can deal with leaving a message.
    “Garrett, it's me. Lily,” I say. “I know this is out of the blue—I hope you're doing okay. I know we haven't talked in a while.” I don't admit it's because I've refused to return his calls all these months. “It's just I—well, you see the Center's in a little trouble. We lost our largest pledge, the one we were counting on to pay off those renovations from last year, and we've had to divert program funds, and—and I guess you don't need to know all the details. It's just that things are looking bad for us, and you were always so good at finding donors. Dad and I have been doing everything we can, but if there's any way you could help—I mean, I know it's a lot to ask, and I understand completely if you say no. I just wanted to… ask.”
    I sit there in awkward silence for a moment, and then I remember that it's still recording.
    “That's it, then,” I say quickly. “You have my number. Please think about it.” And then I hang up before I can make an even bigger ass of myself.
    Ugh . I flop down face-first on the bed. I try to convince myself that I did the right thing, but I feel like I'm going to vomit. Garrett was the first great love of my adult life—or so I thought. There was a time I believed he was the perfect man: successful, intelligent, attractive, charming. I was so head-over-heels for him that I didn’t notice when he started to take little digs at me. Well—I did notice, but I assumed all of his little comments and critiques were true. I changed my hair because he told me he thought long hair made my cheeks look too round. I changed the way I dressed because he told me my favorite sundresses were too sexy and invited too much attention.
    It took me way too long to realize how emotionally manipulative he was.
    This isn’t about you, I try to remind myself. This is about the Center. You can handle this.
    Right now a tour of this place with Calder actually sounds like a nice distraction. I roll over and resist the urge to laugh. Has it really come to this? Is being around that sexy asshole of a billionaire really the lesser of two awkward situations?
    I close my eyes and wait for Calder to return, wondering how I managed to get myself into such a mess.
    * * *
    “Did you finish your calls?” he asks when he arrives at my door.
    I nod, pretending that I'm not stressing over the fact that Garrett has yet to respond to my message. I'm not even sure I want him to. The thought of talking to him again makes my stomach turn, but the thought of losing the Center isn't any better.
    “I thought we'd start at the top,” he says, his eyes drifting across my body. “Then work our way down from there.”
    My stomach twists. “What?”
    “The top of the house,” he clarifies, flashing an amused smile.
    I look away. He’s doing that on purpose,