“Youdid not.”
She squeezes my hand. “I think my life will be a lot better in this new direction I’m heading.”
“If you want me to forget Grey because of what he was willing to do to you on your wedding day—”
“No.No. Guys who abandon grand revenge plans to give their grandmothers cafés and support their grandmothers dating old flames from seventy years ago are the good guys. And if he’d been the reason my wedding had broken up, but I still found out everything I know now, I’d still be grateful. The universe saved me. That’s the important thing.”
I fling my arms around my friend, my head barely hitting her boobs because she’s so much taller than me. “I love you, Em.”
“I love you more, Sabrina.”
“I’m glad you’re my Valentine.”
“Can I buy you a hot chocolate spiked with espresso?”
“You seriously know the way to a girl’s heart.”
Sunday morning, I wake up to a cryptic text from an unknown number.The right kind of justice isn’t easy. Back soon.
What does that mean?I text back, hope blossoming in my heart once more, but I don’t get a response.
“He’s probably forgetting to charge his phone,” Zen tells me when I charge into Bean & Nugget on my day off.
“Where. The fuck. Is he?”
“I could tell you, but Mimi just decided she’s done owning a café. The paperwork will get rolling in the morning to turn it over to you, so you’re going to be very busy very soon here.”
“For. The very. Last. Time. I. Do not. Want. The café. I want. To know.Where. The. Fuck. Is. Grey?”
“He’s staging a coup and buying out the company that bought out his research,” Mimi pipes up. “That’s my brilliant boy.”
I gape at her. “He’s moving back to San Diego?”
“It’s lovely this time of year,” she says. “Actually, it’s lovely every time of year.”
Fuck this.
Absolutelyfuck this.
All of it.
From here to eternity.
I am fuckingdonewith Super Vengeance Man.
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Grey
It’sa beautiful day to get back what’s mine.
Even more beautiful day to watch the looks on the faces of the four men whose lives are about to get very uncomfortable.
I snap my folder shut and lean back in my seat. “Final offer, gentlemen.”
Vince clamps his unhinged jaw shut while his white skin goes a mottled purple. “Are you fucking for real? This is the most asinine, childish shit you’ve ever pulled.”
“Ah, yes. I’masinine. That’s so much worse than being manipulative and attempting to put a man in a corner if he wants to continue his work in peace. What was your finder’s fee on this deal, by the way? Hope it was enough to pay for the lawyers you’ll need when their original backers find out this was an inside job.”
