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Trying to see if I was good enough for one of their daughters.

I got news for them, I might have passed but I know I’m not good enough. Hell, no one is good enough for Andy.

She’s a fucking queen. But I’m the man who will spend my whole life trying to get it right.

Who else can say that? No one.

Because if they did? I’d take them the fuck out.

I might not be a good man, but Andy is mine.

“You performed exactly as Callahan said you would do. Otherwise, I was to shoot you in the head.”

My eyebrows lift a fraction.

Not shock, not really.

More confirmation that this whole thing was a fucking game.

I roll my shoulders.

“Glad I passed.”

He dips his head in a mock bow, eyes glinting.

“Loyalty and honor are important to me, Mr. Falco. I believe I will enjoy working with your bosses. Now, are we ready to depart?”

The staff hustles about. Boxes and suitcases are stored.

And me?

I’m already turned around, heading for the jet.

Because I’ve got a wife to get home to—and no prince, no party, no test in the fucking world is going to keep me from her any longer.

Chapter Thirty-Andrea

It’s just another Friday.

Callie has had a long day at school. I haven’t spoken to Remy for six days, and I’m missing him like crazy.

He’s called.

But I haven’t answered, and none of my texts have gone through.

It’s just—I needed the space. Needed the time.

My hands are tight on my purse, knuckles pale in the dim glow of the afternoon sun coming in through the tinted windows. The driver eases out of the school’s long, perfectly manicured driveway.

We drive for five minutes, and that’s all it takes for Callie to fall asleep in her booster seat, her soft little snores a lullaby I should find comforting.

Instead, they make my chest ache.

Because she trusts me.

She holds onto my pinky like I’m her safe place.

Like I’m permanent.