NOAHHardin, of course he knows all about Madelyn. But Giovanni? He knows nothing. Hardin lets out a low whistle. "Madelyn as in that Madelyn?" He says after that. Giovanni’s eyebrows shoot up, his eyes darting between Hardin and me. “Oh, she’s ex-ex," he concludes, a glint in his eyes.What the fuck? I push myself up from the chair, pacing a few steps. "She's nothing. Ancient history. Just someone who's involved with my past. You know? The last three years I..." My voice trails off.Giovanni huffs out a humourless laugh. “Ancient history doesn’t usually announce she’s coming over and hang up on you like she owns the place.” He has a point, damn him.I check my phone again, as if the call might magically undo itself, as if I can rewind the last five minutes. It doesn’t. There’s already a text.Madelyn: Send The Address, Noah. Don’t Make Me Guess.“Shit,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair again.“Okay, start talking. Who is she and why does she sound like she still thinks she
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