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Who the hell was she?

Just then, my phone rang, and when I saw it was my boss, I stood up and answered it.

I had been working for Sheridan Accounting Services since I graduated college, and I loved it.

My boss, Brandon Sheridan, wanted to let me know that one of the oldest accounts we had needed to be gone through with a fine-tooth comb. Something wasn’t looking right.

So, I told him I would do that first thing Monday morning when I got back into the office.

After I finished the call, I headed back inside the clubhouse, but I froze when I heard what I did.

“Damn, that woman always creates a mess. How the fuck has she been able to hide from him for so long?” Stoney asked.

“Not a damn clue,” Priest mumbled out.

“Think she’ll sign while she’s here?” Whit asked.

“She better. Cause I’ll tell you one thing. She doesn’t; Asher won’t ever get Chloe the way he wants her.” I heard Rome mumble.

Sign? Sign what?

Trigger spoke up, then, “Yeah, you know how she is. She’s one of the good ones. I don’t blame Asher a single bit. But he better hope Chloe is patient if that bitch doesn’t sign the divorce paperwork.”

At those words, my legs gave out from beneath me.

Chapter 13

Asher

Once the door closed behind Evelyn, I spun and snarled, “What the fuck?”

Her face paled, then she held up her hands, and my eyes caught on that fucking gold band I had slid on her finger almost twenty-one years ago.

Evelyn sighed, then met my eyes and said, “I met someone. And we would like to get married.”

I snapped, “Well, that could have happened seventeen years ago if you hadn’t turned into a ghost and made it impossible to fucking find you.”

She winced, then she looked at Stella.

I wouldn’t have made a good mother,” she said.

Stella scoffed, “What you mean is that you weren’t a decent human being.”

“You can say that again,” And then, before I could move around my desk to pull open the drawer where the divorce papers were, there was a sudden quick rap succession of knocks on my door.

I glared at Evelyn, pointed my finger at her, and bit out, “Don’t move.”

Then I moved around her, threw the door open, and growled, “What?”

Stoney growled, “Something’s wrong with Chloe, Pres.” In a split second, I took in his words, and then I was racing around him and headed for my woman.

And when I found her, I felt as though someone had reached into my chest and pulled my heart out.

She was sitting on her ass, her back against the wall, her legs pulled close to her chest, her slight shoulders shaking.

And I knew. I just knew when I got her eyes, I would see nothing but tears in them.

Only two people were to blame for that.