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leave.” There are a lot of other
things I want to say to him, but people are starting to stare at us and I don’t
want to make a scene. I’m embarrassed enough at the whole situation and how he
treated me. I don’t need a bar full of strangers to know my business.
     
    For
some reason, I have an overwhelming urge to look over and see if Bash is
watching us. I ignore it, but I bet he’s over there, laughing. Coming here was
a mistake.
     
    “It’s
not just at work that I’ve missed you. You know I hate waking up alone.” Edward
doesn’t care what people think of him and never has, so to him, it’s irrelevant
that Jackie, the bartender, and everyone else in the immediate vicinity is
listening to him. Of course, to them, that statement probably sounds sweet, but
it’s not. It’s pathetic. Edward hates being alone. He always has. He’s looking
for more of a surrogate mother than a girlfriend. Despite his brilliant and
ruthless head for business, Edward is completely disorganized. He doesn’t miss
me—he misses what I did for him. He misses that I organized his home life as
much as his work life. The one smart move I made when I moved in with him was
not getting rid of my old apartment right away.
     
    “Give
up, asshole. It’s not happening.” Jackie can’t hold her tongue anymore, but
Edward doesn’t even look at her this time. He’s already dismissed her. She
might as well not even be there.
     
    “This
is silly,” Edward says. He reaches out and grips my wrist, giving it a little
tug. “You’re being unreasonable. Let’s get out of here and discuss this
somewhere else. My car is waiting outside.”
     
    No
is not a word that Edward acknowledges. Unless he’s the one saying it. 
     
    “I’m
not coming back, Edward,” I repeat a bit louder now. I can hear the rest of the
bar starting to quiet down and I don’t dare look around. I have no desire to
see all of the eyes that are staring at us. I have no desire to see his eyes, in particular. Bash.
     
    “You’re
making a fool of yourself,” Edward hisses, his grip tightening even further. “You’ve
had enough time to pout. I’ve apologized. Let’s move past this and get back to
business. I have a few very important meetings coming up and I need your help.”
     
    “Let
her go,” Jackie says, launching up from her stool. As she does, two suited men
step forward from the background. At first I think they’re about to help me,
but then I recognize them from VI. Of course. Edward would never set foot in a
place like this without bring his own security. Their eyes are on Jackie, ready
to stop her in case she tries to help me. Edward might have dismissed her, but
that’s easier to do when you’re paying someone else to watch your back.
     
    “I
said no.” This time I nearly yell the words, and Edward’s eyes widen in
surprise; he’s unfamiliar with the assertive streak I’ve picked up from Jackie
over the last few weeks. I use his surprise to yank my arm and pull free from
his grasp.
     
    “I
think it’s time you leave.”
     
    The
voice is gruff, hard, and so full of authority that I’m sure everyone in the
immediate vicinity has the same urge I do: to stand up and head for the door. Instead,
everyone’s eyes shift to take in the new player in our ever-growing spectacle.
     
    Shit,
not him again.
     
    Bash
is standing next to Edward, and the differences between the two men couldn’t be
more obvious. Of course, there would be no contest if it came down to anything
physical. Edward is tall, but he’s thin and exercises more for health and a
desire for immortality than to get strong. His suit is probably worth more than
this entire bar takes in on a good night, his nails and hair are always
perfectly manicured, and his face is always shaved close.
     
    Bash,
on the other hand, has dark hair that looks as though he’s slept in his helmet,
his face looks like it hasn’t seen a razor in at least a couple of days, and
the muscles of his