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Other than dinner, most of our evenings were spent in companionable silence. Fiona had dived into the club books with a fervor. Her single-minded focus on the documents almost made me jealous, desperate for all of that attention. No longer even bothering to ask, I brought over some clothes and bathroom products to keep at her place.<\/p>\n

Falling asleep every night with her in my arms, my obsession with Fiona had only grown deeper, morphing into plans for our future together. Plans that required research and knowledge, which called me back to the folder haunting me from the desk. It was Friday morning before work, and I was sitting in my office at the clubhouse.<\/p>\n

Without a knock, my door swung open as Charlie let herself in, dropping into the chair across from my desk. \u201cOh, good, you\u2019re here. Tonight is girls\u2019 night, so you\u2019re not allowed near Fee, not even to pick her up. Match is gonna follow her home, so don\u2019t worry about that, but I don\u2019t want you butting in on our night. I\u2019ve been good all week and haven\u2019t asked her anything about her brother.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve earned this,\u201d Charlie threatened. With a sigh, I couldn\u2019t help but look at the drawer again. I leaned over and unlocked it, pulling the folder out and dropping it in front of her. \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d she asked, looking confused. \u201cThe file Keys put together on Fiona.<\/p>\n

Remember, you asked him to run her background and track down her parents? I forgot to give it to you because her attack happened right after Keys gave it to me.\u201d Charlie\u2019s face paled as she looked at the folder in front of her. \u201cDid you read it?\u201d she asked, and I shook my head. \u201cHonestly, I totally forgot about it until Keys came by to apologize for not running her deep enough to warn us about Atlas.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe too. I forgot. What do we do? We have to read it, right? If we had, we might have known to look into her brother more. Did he say anything about their parents to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. ISBN-13: 9781234567890 ISBN-10: 1477123456 Cover design by: Art Painter Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309 Printed in the United States of America OceanofPDF.com Contents Content Warning Copyright Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Epilogue Books By This Author OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1 Fiona It was Friday night, and to my own surprise, I found myself at a bar.<\/p>\n

I was not one for social activities\u2014definitely not a bar hopper\u2014but my boss had invited the entire team out for drinks to celebrate a new account. I felt obligated to go, and an hour in, I was very much questioning my decision. Murray\u2019s Pub was a local joint. I had been there once or twice when we had lunch as a team, but it was my first time there at night.<\/p>\n

Their food was greasy and filling. The bar took up most of the space with a couple of booths lining one side. The seats were covered in a pine green vinyl material that always felt both sticky and slippery at the same time. Faded pictures and autographs lined the walls behind the crowd of unfamiliar faces.<\/p>\n

In the back, there was a pool table and a dart board. I was nursing the same beer I had ordered when we arrived, nodding along, trying to keep some semblance of a smile on my face even though I couldn\u2019t really hear what anyone was saying and was becoming increasingly overwhelmed as the place filled with more people. Tyler, a fairly new employee from the sales team, stumbled over to me.<\/p>\n

His face was flushed with the telltale signs of impending inebriation. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and there were dark spots spreading under his arms on his shirt. \u201cFiona! Can\u2019t believe you\u2019re here and drinking a beer! Crazy! Thought for sure you were a crazy cat lady.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sighed, all too familiar with the Tylers of the world \u201cI\u2019m allergic to cats,\u201d I replied in an even tone.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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