Total communication fail.
Oliver had finally figured it out—Jackson and Marian were one hundred percent on Patricia’s side. Loyal to the bone, they’d never let anyone mess with her.
After her shower, Patricia was towel-drying her hair and reaching for the hairdryer when a big, steady hand landed on her shoulder, gently nudging her to sit at the vanity.
“I’ll do it,” he said.
She barely had time to plug in the hairdryer before he draped a blanket over her lap.
He was so thoughtful.
Patricia couldn’t help but be a little moved.
As her hair danced in the warm air, his rough fingertips worked through her scalp, sending shivers straight down her spine.
She gritted her teeth and waited for her hair to dry, barely holding it together. Skincare could wait—right now, she just wanted to crawl into bed and hide under the covers.
But the second she got close to the bed, a strong arm slid around her waist and pulled her right back against him.
“Where are you going?” he murmured.
“I’m just tired. I want to lie down.”
Oliver’s voice was low. “It’s still early.”
“It’s not early. It’s literally past midnight.”
He didn’t back down, his tone dark and moody. “Exactly. It’s the middle of the night, and my Pattie finally came home. Finally out of her ex-husband’s world.”
Patricia froze.
She turned, about to explain, but he caught her face in his hands and kissed her, deep and fierce.
He hated the idea of Patricia being anywhere near Theo. Hated it with a passion.
Meanwhile, after midnight, Ruby was just about to crawl into bed when her phone buzzed.
Someone from her team sounded panicked. “A bunch of stuff about you is blowing up online.”

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