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Chapter 39

Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.

She'd probably be pissed that he'd had the ring designed and rushed even before he knew he had to fly out; she'd see it as him planning her life. Which, in fact, he was. If he waited for her to make up her damn mind, he'd be as old as gramps. No, this involved him too; this was his future; she was his future. No way was he going to let her ex-husband and his shit fuck that up for him.

He'd decided last night after they hung up that he wasn't going to play the game the same once he got back there. Maybe it was his fault that he'd leashed himself thinking that she needed that, but that might've been wrong. She'd already had one pansy-ass bitch for a husband; what
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