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thought it would be?"
    "Yeah, better than I imagined really. Everything's going really well too. Not Bugatti kind of great, but good enough for me." He laughed. "I still can't believe you bought this car."
    "Me neither," I said. "I don't know what I was thinking."
    "You were thinking it would get you laid."
    "Like I need the help."
    I pulled down the visor and admired myself in the mirror as I ran my fingers through my hair. Navarro's laughter filled the car.
    "You heading back home tomorrow?" I asked.
    "Of course. It's not the holidays without my mom, even if I'm late. You want to come? You know she'd love to have you."
    "She still single? You know your mom is hot."
    "Don't you dare mess with my mom. If anything happens to her, I swear I will cut your balls off," he said, repeating my words from earlier.
    "Okay, okay, I promise. But I have seen how she looks at me."
    "Yeah, like she's glad you're not one of hers."
    "Exactly."
    "Not for that reason, you–" he growled as he stopped himself mid-sentence.
    "You were going to call me a motherf–"
    "Shut it," Navarro growled before laughing. "Seriously though, spend the New Year in New Jersey."
    "I'll think about it, but probably not. I have to fly out tomorrow to meet the Slater Brothers and when I get back, I want to see Becca."
    He nodded but didn't say anything as he turned the car into the parking garage of my building and turned into my reserved spot. As he put the car in park, Navarro asked what I knew he had been waiting to ask. It was the same question I kept asking myself but was unable to answer.
    "You fell for Becca, didn't you?" he asked.

Chapter Five
    Becca

    Picking out what to wear for my non-date with Gideon was hard. Part of me wanted to wear the black dress I wore to the fundraiser just to see his reaction again, but that dress was too fancy for this restaurant. Mallory's was a casual place, perfect for jeans and a nice top, so that's what I went with.
    I had an hour before I needed to get to Mallory's, and I was already dressed and ready to go. Since Gideon was always late, I had enough time to call Sandra.
    I had been thinking about her a lot since we spoke the week before. I kept hoping that not hearing from her meant things with Billy were back to normal, but I had a feeling they weren't.
    As I waited for Sandra to answer, the phone stopped ringing. A soft hum replaced the ringing.
    "Hello? Sandra?" I asked.
    The sound of her shaky breathing told me she was there. I stood and started to pace the room as my mind filled with all the things that could be going on.
    Is she hurt?
    Where are the kids?
    Where's Billy?
    "Sandra, talk to me," I said. "What's going on?"
    "I...I don't know."
    Her voice was barely a whisper.
    "Are you okay? What about the kids?"
    "We're fine. They're good. They don't know anything, I've been able to keep them in the dark."
    "What's that mean?" I asked.
    Her voice caught before she answered.
    "I...I...I'm so scared, Becca. Billy..."
    Sandra's voice trailed off after saying his name. I wanted to scream at her, 'Billy what?!' but I calmed myself by taking a deep breath. She didn't need me freaking out on top of whatever she was going through.
    "What's going on?" I asked.
    "I don't know what to do. We're in the new house. Billy was still locked in his office and I just packed everything up and moved us myself. He didn't help. I don't even know if he knew what was happening."
    "Is he still at the old house?"
    "No, he's in a hotel now. I'm done, Becca," she said, her voice growing stronger. "I can't keep doing this to my kids. I can't keep doing this to myself. I told him we're done, but he won't accept it. He said I have until noon tomorrow to come up with the eight thousand dollars he put down as security for the house or he's moving in. I don't have that kind of money. If I did, he wouldn't have had to pay the security deposit himself. I don't know what to do."
    She has to get eight thousand dollars in one day?
    I thought about my credit