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whispers.
    Her phone starts ringing she groans. “It’s my parents ring tone,” she grumbles again.
    “Can I answer it?” I ask.
    “Why would you want to do that?”
    “They know me Ev, and just because you can’t remember babe doesn’t mean they don’t.”
    “Sure, knock yourself out.” She hands it over.
    I hit talk. “Hello?” I say nonchalantly.
    “Who is this?” Evelyn’s mother asks.
    “It’s Tristan Monroe. It’s good to hear your voice again too, Mrs. Beaumont.” She sighs into the phone.
    “I’m sorry Tristan.” She says quietly.
    “Yeah, I don’t think that’s good enough for me.” I say truthfully because it really isn’t. “You stole her away from me just like the cancer stole her memories away. I could have been there with her.” I could not help it. Something snapped inside of me. I look at Ev, and her face is in some sort of a mask. I can’t tell what she is thinking.
    “It was for the best,” Mrs. Beaumont's voice enters.
    “For who? You? Because you knew. You knew we had evidence of all our memories for three years. Where are her copies? Huh?” Evelyn yanks the phone from my hands. I am about to apologize, but Ev isn’t mad at me. No, no she’s not. She is fuming and her face is bright red.
    “Yes mother, where are my copies?”
    Shit—pissed crazy-ass beautiful girl is back.
    “Where? At the Laguna house?” She throws her palm to her forehead. “You mean they were right under my nose the entire time?” She closes her eyes. She only does that when someone is pissing her off and she is trying to cool down. “I’m done talking now. I need to go get ready. Bye,” she hangs up.
    “Apparently they’re all in the attic at the Laguna house. I’m going to drive there tomorrow and get everything.” She puts her phone on the counter.
    “You want me to come with you?” Please say yes.
    She tilts her head, smirking. “What do you think?” she teases me.
    “Good. Now let’s get ready.” I drag her towards the bedroom.
    I watch her the entire time she gets ready. Every move she makes is with such care. She is so graceful. I have fucking missed her. She takes two chopsticks out of her makeup bag. Making two small buns near her neckline, she runs the sticks through them. Something so damn simple makes her look so exotic. I can’t take it anymore; I have to touch her.
    I walk up behind her in the mirror, wrapping my arms around her waist. I lean into her, kissing her neck on the spot she used to love. She shivers.
    Fuck, she smells so good!
    “You almost ready baby?” I kiss her neck again.
    She leans her head against mine. “Yeah,” she whispers, turning around in my arms. Evelyn kisses my bottom lip, making me moan.
    “Baby, the littlest touch is going to make us late,” I groan.
    She rolls her eyes and pulls away, slipping into those fucking awesome black heels she wore the other night.
    “I didn’t know you brought those.” I point to her shoes.
    “A real woman never leaves the house without heels,” she says and shrugs. “Well, at least that’s what Cosmo said when I was reading it during radiation.”
    “Ev.” I look into her eyes.
    Fuck, I hate this shit that I wasn’t there for her.
    “C’mon handsome, you’re gonna get me drunk tonight and sing to me.”
    Well, fuck me sideways. I ain’t going to argue with the girl.
    I try to open the jeep door for her and she smacks my hand away. “Tristan,” she scolds.
    “I’m sorry, you’ve always hated that.”
    She hums to the radio all the way to my club. When we pull up and get out, I take her arm in mine.
    “I have a question.”
    “What’s that crazy girl?” I kiss her temple.
    “If Adella knew you, why did she act like she was begging Skinny to let us in?” She stops waiting for my answer.
    “Well, for one, she likes to boost Skinny’s ego, and two, she’s more Shawn’s friend than mine.” I shrug.
    Evelyn smiles and starts pulling me to the door. “I want to play with Skinny,