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Chapter 88

Will

He was back. Thank God.

His memory. His snarky weird-ass attitude and love for all things sugary and sticky.

At least that problem had solved itself.

I twirled the stick between my hands over the fire. I was exhausted.

I love my job.

I love my job.

I love my job.

I freaking hated my job.

I was thirty, and I wanted to retire.

I was an agent, partially because I was good at it, partially because when my boy band broke up, I didn't really have a choice. I needed a purpose, and it was easy to go into the business side of things.

I had an ear for talent.

I loved managing musicians.

I loathed actors.

I wanted to strangle them with my bare hands, give them a little shake, then take them for a long drowning swim in the ocean.

"You look like hell." Lincoln sat down next to me and sighed. "And you're burning your marshmallow."

Zane shot me an evil stare from across the fire, I held up my hands in surrender. "I wasn't paying attention."

"She coming?" Linc whispered.

"Hell
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