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Daisy

... hugged him back, accepting Aiden Keane’s proposal.

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Aiden dropped the phone on its receiver. He pushed up from his desk and strolled through his suite. Walking into his office, he went to a wall panel and drew the doors apart. Monitors were hidden behind. He switched them on. Daisy stood next to Pete, signing their agreement. Pete rubbed her back as she penned the final signature. When she finished, her eyes went up to the black globe over the bankers window, as if she knew he was watching. Pete kissed her cheek, but she just stared, stared at Aiden. Then she blinked away and walked off with her fiancé. Aiden watched her go. He had won. But seeing their bond, somehow still intact, the winning seemed hollow. Well, Aiden Keane knew the difference between winning and losing. Daisy and Pete would soon know the same.

Chapter Ten

The water dripped again.

The constant dip-dap matched the thump-thump of his heart. The low drumming gave way to a hollow echo for his ears only in the starlit room. From the bathroom, in the darkness, a faucet made of gold dripped and dripped again.

Dip.

Dap.

Dip.

Pete laid upon the starched sheet with the heavy duvet covering just at his waist. He tucked his arm behind his head and waited. This was comfort, what people paid more money for than he made in weeks. So why couldn’t he sleep? The answer was simple. In the darkness, the quiet, he could no longer hide from his heart. His eyes were fixed to the ceiling. His chest ...

... was tight with regret for leaving the Hollow.

Dip.

Dap.

Dip.

At seven, with the rise of the sun, she would be summoned. The contract said she would return to him at the exact same hour the next day. Twenty-four hours of her with another man. Twenty-four hours. Twenty-four. Twenty-four hours…

Dip.

Dap.

Dip.

Pete’s eyes slid over to rest on Daisy. She laid on her side with her back to him, her face covered in the shadows. He’d taken her to a nice dinner. They actually caught a show. It was some French circus he couldn’t pronounce. It was the freakiest circus he’d ever seen. It included body contortionists, acrobats and themes that had him checking the playbill to make sure they weren’t in some X-rated flick. For a brief moment, he’d forgotten. With her safety under his arm, laughing, pointing at the dancers, he relaxed and forgot. She snuggled him and talked on and on about how she’d seen the production on the Travel Channel. How she wished they could have caught some Blue Men at Bally’s before that show closed.

Pete had listened as she went on. He considered that life wasn’t that different since they’d signed those papers. They weren’t that different. The two of them hadn’t changed. She was still his girl, bugging out on things she’d never seen—gorging on new experiences. He was still that guy, proud to have her on his arm, and fiercely protective of her happiness. He was the guy that could walk away from his family and friends in search of her dreams. ...