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He’s a sleazebag of the highest order, and women like Luna are his prey.

And she should be no one’s prize.

No one else’s…

But he’s going to have a nasty surprise waiting for him tomorrow when he wakes up and finds out that I’ve canceled the lease he has for his office in the Baxter-owned building downtown.

We’ve never gotten along before—no one could. Everyone knows that you can only trust a Farmington as far as you can spit his name.

But his company’s lease in the Baxter groups stretches back to the 1980s.

But that’s over now.

I don’t want him, his filthy fucking hands, or his money anywhere near me.

And tomorrow he has thirty days to find somewhere else to squat.

I pour myself another glass of Scotch from the bar in the car, then down it, ignoring the burn down my throat. I might have had only club soda at the club and a glass of wine, but I need something stronger now.

Especially if I’m supposed to ignore the way I feel the anger pulsing off the body sitting barely a foot away from me on the other side of the car.

She hasn’t said a single word since she climbed into the car, and me after her.

She didn’t ask any questions as I shouted at Francis to take us home. That would’ve been better. If she was hounding me with questions about why I practically dragged her out of there, I could lose myself in the words trying to convince her it was for her own good.

Now I’m stuck in my own fucking head.

“Park on the curb,” I command as soon as we turn into my street. “We’re letting Miss Pham out here.”

“Of course, sir.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her stare at me for a moment, but then, with a mutter, she reaches for the door handle.

“No. Wait,” I growl and jump out of the car.

I might be halfway out of my mind, but the least I can do is open the door for her.

“I’m fine,” she shouts from inside the car, and she pushes the door open before I can get there.

“Luna, I said wait!”

Her hair whips around her face as she glowers up at me. “And I said I was fine.” She calls out into the car, “Good night, Francis. Thank you for driving me home.”

She slams the door shut and storms toward the house.

Get in the car, Kingsley.

Let her go and get in the fucking car. Now.

A lifetime of listening to my head tells me this is one of those times I really need to listen.

But it’s not what’s making the loudest noise right now.

“Luna!” I shout, chasing her down the pathway to the house.

It only takes one of my steps to match every two of hers, and by the time she’s almost to the door, I’m close behind her.

“Go away, Kingsley. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”