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Chapter 37

Max stands, his perfection of an ass greeting me hello this morning.

He grabs a pair of jeans and shuffles in them before putting on a shirt. Sliding to the end of the bed I retrieve my own clothes.

"Call Quinn to pick you up, I don't want you in a cab," Max demands with a possessive tone. His feet coming into view as I'm putting on my own shoes.

He looks over his shoulder, a pensive look on his face.

"What?" I ask a little uneasy.

"We don't have to do this wedding thing you know," his brows furrow, a misplaced tone I don't recognize deep in his voice.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I look at him flabbergasted.

"What? No, we can't miss your sister's wedding. We have to go," I tell him. "Why would you not want to go all of a sudden?"

He turns back around, his shoulders tensing as the room grows silent.

"No reason," he replies, but I don't believe him. Something is wrong, but what?

I pull on my shorts from yesterday and when I look up I see a brass key in my face. A
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