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Chapter 200: Priscilla

Monday. Safe House, Chicago, Illinois.

PRISCILLA SLICKED ON A little gloss then stood back, giving her reflection a once over.

She hadn't slept. Not even a little dozing. She'd been too angry. Then because her body was still recovering from the crash she couldn't go to the gym like she wanted. Midnight yoga then a bath was about as much as she could handle, and even that brought up memories.

Baths would forever be ruined for her. She just couldn't sit there and not remember that huge soaker tub and Brenden holding her limp body.

Fuck him.

She'd thought they were similar. That they were both creating new lives. She'd been wrong.

He was happy living in his rut, alienated from family, stuck in a bog, living the same thing day after day.

Priscilla wanted more.

He'd woken up the desire for companionship in her.

Before Brenden she'd accepted that all men were in some form of competition with her. Now she had to wonder if there was someone out there like Brenden who could
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