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As Tanzie pulls on jeans and a T-shirt, I just sit and watch. It’s like my future flashes before my eyes and I can imagine her, sleepy in the morning, fumbling for coffee, pulling on whatever she can find. I can see her making lunch for my daughter, putting her on the school bus. All of these little, normal interactions seemed so far out of reach when I lost Giselle. And here, I can see them again, if only circumstances were different.
She’s already said what she needs to say. She doesn’t agree with this decision, but it’s not her call to make. She wasn’t supposed to be in my world. If not for stupid Spree, I wouldn’t have known she existed. She’s idealistic, of course, and tells me we’d have found each other anyway. Maybe she’s right, but it’s doesn’t matter. This is for the best.
We head to my office and I call for Dexter. I trust him more than anyone else in this club right now.
“I need you to take Tanzie back inside Blazing Pistons territory. Get as close to the house as you can without getting yourself shot,” I say.
“Are you sure?” he asks, looking at me, then to Tanzie, who is pointedly looking out the window, her face set in an unhappy mask.
“I’m sure. Just get her out of here unseen.”
Dexter looks surprised but doesn’t comment. He just offers Tanzie his arm and leads her out. She doesn’t look back at me.
I will never, ever admit how badly I wish she would.
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