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Lucas’s POVI’m at my desk running inventory, checking buildings, escrow, new inquiries, the usual, when my phone rings.I rub my face.I know exactly who it is.“Hello, Mr. Johnson.”“Oh, hey, Lucas. How are you?”“I’m fine. How are you?”“I’m good. Listen, I had some people interested in the property, but they were put off by the conditions of the building.”I laugh to myself. It hasn’t even been a full week.“What do you need from me? We’re no longer in contract.”“Well, a young lady said she’d be interested because of the location, but with all the work that is needed, she wouldn’t go over three hundred thousand.”“Three hundred thousand max?”“Yes.”“So what do you want me to do?”“I need you to represent me again.”I lean back in my chair and laugh.“No. You were a difficult client. I’ve had less resistance from a toddler screaming for ice cream.”He chuckles. “Fair analogy. But I’m asking as an adult, would you represent me again?”“If you wanted that, you’d start with an apol

Third-Person POV“Ring, ring.”“What?” Daisy snaps.The woman sighs. “I’m sorry, Daisy, but… I kinda lost her.”“What the fuck do you mean you kinda lost her?”“Well, when I walked into the restaurant, she was there eating. Then she got up and went to the back. That was over three hours ago. She never came back out.”Daisy groans. “Is her grandmother’s old decrepit ass still there?”“No. She’s gone too.”Daisy screams into the phone. “You’re so stupid. Obviously they left through the back because they noticed you were trailing them. You are not the brightest bulb in the bunch.”The woman winces.“You should’ve sent someone else after her. I’m calling Kade. At least Kade knows what he’s doing. This bullshit about him hiring you and your freakazoid husband is a disgrace. I already bailed his ass out of jail, bought you another car when the last one broke down, and you still got caught.”The woman groans. “I was doing reconnaissance. Trying to make sure everything went seamlessly.”“Wel

Clover’s POVAs I wake up, I decide on a black straight-leg pantsuit with an asymmetrical, button-up jacket. The buttons are pearls, and underneath I wear a fitted collared shirt that accentuates my well-endowed breast without being inappropriate.I put on minimal jewelry.Instead of my usual high ponytail—the one everyone says looks best on me I leave my hair down in natural waves and curls. No heat, no manipulation. Just my natural hair today.Very light makeup.I grab my briefcase, phone, and purse.I call out to my grandmother.“Can you drop me off, or should I call an Uber?”“It’s up to you,” she says. “I can take you, or you can call your driver.”“Grandma, please drop me off. It’s not that far.”She helps me get everything to the car, and we head to the company.When we arrive, I say, “Thank you so much, Grandma. I’ll call my Uber for pickup later.”“Okay, love. Have a great day.”“You too, Grandma.”I get out and walk toward the building.I came in a different vehicle on purp

Lucas POV I leaned back in my chair, staring at my phone like it was personally responsible for all the chaos in my life.Zade finally called.I picked up on the first ring.“Hey, brother. What time?”He didn’t even bother with small talk. “I wanted to talk to you about something else but its on Friday at eleven a.m. Be there by ten-thirty. I’ll text the address.”“Okay.” I rubbed my temple. “You said you had something else. Is it about my sister?”He exhaled. “ Yes, it's two things. First she’s not at the condo anymore.”My stomach dropped. “What do you mean she’s not at the condo?”“She was followed home from work,” he said. “She went to the diner instead of going home. Somebody trailed her. She never went back. I ran into her adoptive brother moving her stuff out.”I sat up straight. “Why didn’t she call me?”“No clue.”I was already reaching for Clover’s contact, but Zade kept talking.“Second thing… I hired a private investigator.”That got my full attention. “For Daisy?”“Yeah

Lucas’s POVEmily and I look at each other at the same time and almost lose it.Clover is out cold in the recliner, blanket tucked up under her chin, popcorn spilling over the edge of the bowl, her drink still sweating on the side table. The soft rumble of her snoring fills the room, steady and unbothered, like the world hasn’t been falling apart around her.I grab another blanket and lay it over her, careful not to wake her.“She’ll be okay,” I whisper, even though I’m not sure if I’m reassuring Emily or myself.“Are you sure?” she asks, her voice low, eyes still on Clover.“I am,” I say, forcing a small smile. “Come on.”I take her hand. It’s warm. Grounding. We slip down the hallway into my room, closing the door softly behind us like we’re sealing off the chaos outside.She disappears into the bathroom while I get ready for bed by basically stripping off everything, trying to quiet the noise in my head. When she comes out wearing only my T-shirt, bare legs, hair falling around her