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Constance told me about the dinner that she planned to go to with her parents. So, I decided to get out for a little while and work to keep my mind off it. I had offered to drive her, but we both knew the reason for that. When we ended this thing between us, it would be the first place I started. Constance was an intelligent woman, far brighter than I gave her credit for.
While Constance was still in the hotel room, I left and headed to my warehouse, where Lance was waiting for me. He didn't seem too thrilled to see me pull up, which I imagined had a lot to do with the task I gave him.
"Didn't expect to see you here today. Where is your little plaything?"
I slammed my car door and sauntered over to him until we were inches from one another. "Stop with the s**t-talking. You have ev
