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After finishing her shift for the day, Abby had stopped by her place to feed Darcy and Wentworth before driving to Mark's. Her heart-to-heart with Fiona had shown her that she couldn't let Mark run from her.
If he truly loved her—which she hoped and prayed was true—then why should things end like this?
Her phone rang as she drove, and she didn't even look at the caller ID when she answered. "Hello?"
"Abby?"
Her breath caught when she heard the voice—not Mark, like she'd hoped.
It was Derek.
She was about to disconnect the call when Derek said, "If you hang up, your boyfriend is going to pay for it."
She gritted her teeth. "You have a lot of nerve to call me when you know I have a restraining order against you. What the hell do you want?"
"I don't want anything. I mean, I do, bu
