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Tristan’s heart weighed a thousand pounds. It crushed his ribs as he hefted his travel bag over his shoulder and walked down the stairs to the town house’s front door.
The last thing he wanted to do was leave, but he had to. Father dearest demanded it. Under other circumstances, he would have refused to go, no matter the threats his father might make, but he needed to put distance between himself and Kat. Seeing how hurt she was by this whole situation…
The pain in his own chest was bad enough; he couldn’t imagine how Kat was feeling, after she’d almost cried in his arms earlier that day. She knew as well as he did that this thing between them, as wonderful as it could be, wouldn’t last, no matter how much they wanted it to. Life would eventually pull them apart. Their paths were set
