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Maximus Chapel

To: [email protected]

Subject: Do you want to play a game?

No warnings.

No rules.

-M

Two minutes later, I got an email notification. I got into my office and opened it.

Thu 27, July 2017

Georgia Barrows

To: [email protected]

Re: Do you want to play a game?

Yes, I’m game

-G

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Georgia

I skirted around the table, swept up an empty wine glass on the edge, and set it down at the bar as I made a pass through. It had been a bitch of a night at Bellamy’s. Three of my waitresses had come down with mysterious ailments. Personally, I was pretty sure they were attending the free Kings of Leon show down at the Chapel Amphitheater.

And with that thought, Max was back in my brain.

No word, no visits, no sightings.

He’d completely vanished for the last three weeks.

He’d left me there in that parking lot with the impression that he wanted to continue seeing me in some sort of fashion and then he’d just disappeared.

“Georgia?”

I turned around at Angel’s voice. “If you tell me one more person took off on me tonight, I’m going to commit murder.”

Angel grinned. “No. Just letting you know I told Dean and the staff that we’re doing an early last call. No one is here anyway. Hell, I’d be at the concert too if I could.”

“I could kiss you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just wrap up the drawers for me, all right?”

“Got it.” I rushed over to the podium and gathered up the credit card receipts from the mini cash register we used and transferred the money to the night drop bag for Angel.

End of the night chores ate up any time to overthink my situation with Max. This was my life and I liked it this way, dammit. For the last few weeks, I’d managed to control the crazy thoughts that plagued me—and my dreams.

Most of the time.

Okay, so maybe a few nights a week, I went to bed with an ache that had never been there before Max, but I’d survive.

It was what I did.