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“Really?” Hannah asked, her lips lifting into a grin.

“See? She thinks you’re crazy, too,” Vinnie said.

Hannah snorted and turned to him. “Oh, no, sweetie, that wasn’t because I agree with you. It was a surprise that you hadn’t figured it out by now.”

“She’s not in love with me,” Vinnie argued.

“Really? She’s just been living with you for two months. Sleeping with you. Making a home with you. Her memories are coming back, and she never went to stay with anyone else. She’s suffered through stairs and one-bedroom and a tub that could not have been easy to get into on crutches. And the real kicker? She’s put up with you.”

Vinnie growled at Molly.

“She’s right,” Hannah said. “There’s no way in the world that woman is not in love with you. Now, if you don’t feel the same, that’s a problem for you to solve, but she’s gone.”

She’s gone. Shit. She was gone. Or she would be when she got back to his place and found he’d packed all her stuff.

“What’s that face for?” Hannah asked, circling her hand around Vinnie’s head.

“I packed all her stuff last night.”

“Oh, shit,” Molly said.

“What does that mean?” Hannah asked.

“Agent Sloane stayed with a friend last night. Didn’t come home before he left this morning. And while she was gone, he packed her shit,” Molly explained while Vinnie pulled out his phone.

“And I left her a note.”

“What did the note say?” Hannah asked.

Vinnie shook his head. “Nothing good. Fuck. I need to tell her I was wrong.”

“So you love her?” Molly asked.

Vinnie sighed. He glared at his friends while they grinned like fools at him.

“Yeah, he loves her,” Hannah said.

Vinnie let out a laugh and shook his head. “Yeah, but I messed up, and she’s going to hate me.”

“Then change her mind.”

“How the hell do I do that?”

“You tell her you were wrong and that you love her and that you’ll never, ever, be so stupid again as to think you know what’s going on in her mind,” Molly said.

Vinnie snorted. “Will that work?”

“No,” Hannah said. “But lots of orgasms usually do the trick.”

Molly nodded. “She’s right.”

Vinnie shook his head and scrolled his phone to find Lorelei’s number. He tapped it and listened to it ring. And ring. And ring. Then her voicemail picked up.

“Call her again.”

“Morgan!” a man called from down the hall.

“Shit. I gotta go,” Vinnie hissed.