Chapter Twenty-Nine

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JPOV

One week later

My existence had become some sick sort of penance for past sins.

My lifestyle of love 'em and leave 'em had been replaced with sleepless nights full of want for someone I couldn't have.

Never before had I been rejected, been forced to take "No" for an answer.

Yet with Peter, the door to that conversation was locked tight.

He'd made his feelings clear – he wasn't interested.

Dante's Inferno couldn't touch the burning ache that consumed me.

"We're behind schedule. I know tomorrow is Saturday, but we need to work."

Sure.

Why not?

I didn't have a life, not anymore.


You could almost feel sorry for him . . . if it wasn't self induced.