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HARPER
My tires were flat. I couldn’t miss it as I walked up to my car in the parking garage.
It was Christmas. While everyone else on the flight was upbeat and cheerful, headed to visit family, I knew I was returning to an empty apartment. No big holiday dinner. No mistletoe or stockings, no Norman Rockwell get-together. No, I came out of customs and didn’t find grandparents with glittered posters waiting for me. Instead, I found a special gift, my destroyed tires. Not just flat, but slashed. If that wasn’t a sign that Cam was out of jail, I didn’t know what was.
I should’ve spent the flight thinking about the conversation with Reed. I had no doubt he’d be really good at phone s*x. Even better at the real thing. What he’d wanted me to do… it still made me hot.
But instead of think
