“Healy! What are the odds of running into you here?”
Before Healy could even process what was happening, a woman threw herself at him, pinning him up against the wall.
Once he regained his balance, he realized who it was—one of his exes.
He reached down, trying to pry her arms from where they were wrapped tightly around his waist.
But she only held on tighter, pressing herself even closer, lips puckering as she tried to kiss him.
Healy jerked his head away just in time, but her lips landed right at the base of his neck, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on his collar.
Annoyance flickered across his face. He shot her a warning, his voice sharp. “Knock it off. Aren’t you worried I’ll tell your husband?”
“Ugh, you’re no fun.” She finally let go, pouting and muttering, “Back when we used to watch the stars together, you called me your sweet little darling. Now you’re all about the new girl and threatening to rat me out. Men really are the worst.”
“Alright, alright—now that you’re married, try acting like it. Stop screwing around.” Healy quickly stepped away, putting a few feet between them, wary of being caught in her clutches again.
Thankfully, her phone rang—probably her husband calling—and she turned away to answer, disappearing down the hall.
Healy exhaled, straightened his shirt, and headed for the elevator to check in at the hotel front desk.
He barely made it to the elevator lobby before running straight into Seth and Bianca.
For a split second, he cursed his luck. Seriously, what were the chances?
Why did it feel like, no matter where he went, these two were always right there?
The thought triggered a memory—he and Jude used to joke about Noreen, how she always seemed to pop up around Seth, no matter what. They’d even wondered if she’d secretly put a tracker on him, just to keep tabs.
But looking at it now… Coincidences happened all the time, didn’t they? After all, they were all in town for the same conference, and it only made sense to book rooms at the nearest hotel.
But his indifference only made Bianca more upset. She’d already tried to explain, but he clearly wasn’t listening.
What on earth had Noreen done to make Healy act like this? Was he really willing to throw away years of friendship over a woman?
As Healy turned to go, Bianca tried to grab his arm, desperate to stop him.
He shook her off without hesitation.
In the next instant, Seth grabbed him by the collar and, without warning, landed a heavy punch to his jaw.
Pain exploded along Healy’s chin, and the blow sent him crashing to the floor.
Bianca screamed, rushing to wrap her arms around Seth’s waist. “Seth, stop! Don’t fight because of me. Let’s just talk this out!”
Healy scrambled to his feet, his temper flaring. He swung back at Seth, returning the punch with as much force as he could muster.

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