[twenty four]

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Alex's POV

I stared out of the back window of our rental car, trying to find disaster girl in the beat up Jeep following behind us.

I still couldn't believe that somehow we'd found our way back to each other. Or that we were both now on our way to the cabin.

I needed to talk to her.  She probably thought I was despicable.  I mean, she had walked in on Chanel and I.  But it wasn't what it looked like.  

Well, okay, maybe it was what it looked like.  

But she had to know that she hadn't left my mind since the moment I saw her at the club, and that she was driving me absolutely fucking mad.  


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