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past few years. I swear I’m trying to get my shit together.”
    “I hope that’s true. I hope you’re trying. Because if you don’t straighten up quickly . . . I don’t know if I can live like this anymore.” I blinked. My eyes were burning. Dammit.
    Dammit.
    “I hear you. Love you.”
    “Love you too.” I clicked off and tossed my phone into my purse.
    Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why did loving someone have to be so damned destructive? Why?
     
    A couple of hours later my office door swung open. Kameron strolled in. He was halfway between the doorway and my desk when he stopped. His brows scrunched together. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.” I blinked a couple of times. Sniffled. Even after so much time had passed, both my nose and eyes were still burning.
    He was holding a manila envelope in his hands. The contract, I assumed.
    I extended an arm. “I’m guessing that’s for me?”
    He looked down at his hands, then up at my face. “It can wait—”
    “I’ll take it now, thank you. I want some time to read it over.”
    Some expression I couldn’t quite name flashed across his face. He placed the envelope into my hand. “You’ve done enough for today. Go home.”
    That was one command I didn’t mind following. “Thank you, sir.” Tucking the envelope under my arm, I collected my purse. He headed back to his office. As I hurried through it to the lobby, he watched me.
    “Good-bye, Abigail,” he said as I pulled open the door.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow, sir,” I said before I scurried out.
     
    Two thousand dollars. Two freaking thousand dollars. That was what it had cost me to bail Joss out of jail this time. If it hadn’t been for Kameron’s generosity, I wouldn’t have had the money.
    “This is the last time,” I warned Joss as we walked out to my car. “If I hadn’t just gotten a big bonus, your ass would still be in jail. I can’t afford to help you anymore.”
    “I hear you.” He slumped into the passenger side and clicked himself in.
    I flung myself into my seat and rammed the key into the ignition. “What the hell was so important—forget that. I don’t want to hear the excuses. You don’t have a driver’s license. Don’t drive!” I yelled.
    “I promise I won’t.”
    Seething, I drove him home. I stomped to my room to change my clothes. He slinked away, heading to his room to hide until he found some more trouble to get himself into.
    Why? Why did he insist on destroying his life?
    I banged open my closet door and hung up my work clothes. Then I stomped into the bathroom, cranked on the water, and scalded myself into a (slightly) better mood. I came out drippy and clean and a little less furious. Then, my stomach reminding me I hadn’t eaten since lunch, I headed to the kitchen to find something to eat.
    I was digging in the freezer, checking out my options, when someone knocked on my door. The knock was loud and insistent.
    Great, now what? Police, maybe?
    I peered through the peephole.
    I didn’t recognize the woman standing outside. I cracked open the door.
    “Hello,” she said with a heavy accent of some kind. “Is Joss at home? I thought I saw him.”
    “Yes, he is.” Who was this woman? Was she trouble? A drug addict, maybe, looking for some drugs? These days, anyone who banged on my door looking for my brother was suspect.
    “May I speak with him?” the woman asked.
    “One moment. Let me see if he’s gone to bed.” I shut and locked the door before heading back to my brother’s room.
    I knocked, and he responded with a “Yeah?” shouted through his door.
    “Some woman is outside, wanting to speak with you.” His door inched open. “What woman?”
    “I don’t know. Youngish with an accent, dark hair.”
    “Okay. Let me put on a shirt.” While he dressed, I headed back to the kitchen, which was open to the living room and within sight of the front door.
    My brother loped through the living room to the front door and opened it. “Hi.”
    The woman