Maxine’s POV“Get it together, Max,” I muttered under my breath, pressing my palms against the sink.The woman staring back at me from the mirror looked composed, professional and strong but it was the opposite underneath. My dark hair was pulled into a sleek low bun, not a single strand out of place. My white blouse was crisp and tucked perfectly into a fitted black skirt. I wore minimal makeup which was just enough to make me look alive and hide everything else.Biting the corner of my lip, I exhaled slowly, dragging in a breath that felt too heavy for my lungs.After three years of living in Oregon, I was back in Las Vegas. If I was told I would come back someday, I would have said never, but here I am. My fingers curled slightly against the edge of the sink as his name slipped into my mind like it never left.Hex Mercer.Thinking of him alone made my heart constrict against my chest. Pressing my lips into a thin line, I straightened abruptly, shaking my head like I could physi
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