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Do You Want Us to Be a 'Thing'?
Xavier's POV
"I need you to find out about," I loosen my strip tie as I stare out at the Seattle skyline. "Zoey's ex-fiancé, Troy Sinclair. I think he's the one who might have abused her a year ago. If he did, when you find him, I'd like for us to have a long chat."
My head turns from the window when my office door bursts open revealing the one person I rather not see right now. I watch as the man crosses the threshold and enters the room, banging the door shut behind him.
"Call me the second you find anything," I bite out before hanging up. Turning away from the picturesque view of Seattle with both of my hands buried inside my pants pockets, I face the man I loathed for years, who's now standing in the middle of my office. "I'm sorry, b
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