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“I'm talking,” I answer, still mad, “about you being all nice and pleasant carly this morning, and then treating me like trash

at breakfast! Telling me that you don’t care what / do today, treating me like some weird kid Daniel had over for a sleepover

instead of your —”

“Shut your mouth,” Kent snaps, quick, his eyes glancing around the hall. I look with him, realizing that there are people around.

And then my eyes go wide as I realize that — that I’m a secret.

My mouth drops open as I stare up at Kent. I mean, I knew that we were being discreet because Daniel didn’t know and it would

certainly impact him, but I didn’t know that he was keeping me secret from everyone — like he’s ashamed of me

After all, he let Fiona walk around in her skimpy little robes, and everyone knew she was his girlfriend —

“Oh my god,” I whisper angrily through my teeth, fury pulsing through me now as I take a step closer. “Are you serious Kent? I’m

your dirty little secret?”

“What the hell did you expect, Fay?” Kent whispers back, giving my arm a little shake. “That I was going to shout it from the

rooftops that I’m fucking my son’s ex-fiancé? Do you know what would happen to me to all of us — if word got back to your

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“My father?” I choke out, aghast. “Seriously, you're bringing my father into this? Now?”

“God damn it, Fay,” Kent growls, pulling me closer again. “We have got to be more discreet — and yes, I’m going to treat you

coldly in public spaces because if I don’t — if people find out about this then

“Then what, Kent?” I ask, shaking my head at him. “You'll lose business? Have to renegotiate your ties?

“We'll go to war, Fay,” he corrects, his own teeth clenched now as he looks furiously down at me.

My jaw drops open at this answer. War? Seriously, war? I’m important enough of a player — or object, really — that who's fucking

me is serious enough that people will go to war over it?

Kent sees me process this and nods slowly, opening his mouth to give me some other kind of order when, to both of our

surprise, the front door swings open. We both turn towards it, blinking in the bright sunlight that streams through, and I see two

figures standing there, two suitcases next to them.

As my eyes adjust, I notice that it's a man and a woman standing side-by-side. And I realize two things about them at once: first,

that I've never, ever seen them before, but that there’s a certain...familiarity about them. And second, that they’re both incredibly

good looking.

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“Ah, Kent,” the woman says, her voice

thick with an incredibly charming

Italian accent. “So nice of you to

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the corner. I can’t help staring at her

— she’s so beautiful, and so incredibly

chic in her tight camel pants and

crisp collared shirt. I glance down at

her pointed leather boots, which

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Kent doesn’t say a word in response and, surprised, I glance up at him. My surprise turns to shock when I see how white his face

is as he stares, open—mouthed, at his two visitors. I realize suddenly that he knows them, and knows them well, and further

that he does not want them here.

“What's wrong, Kent,” the man laughs, a sly smile creasing his gorgeous tanned face, his accent even more pronounced than

the woman’s. “The cat — ah, how do you say it,” he says, taking a hand out of his pocket and snapping his fingers as he tries to

remember the English words. “It stole your tongue?”