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Max stood on the perimeter of the crowd, edging toward the door.
Yes, he was an asshole to escape in this moment, but Blane and Mandy wouldn’t miss him.
Plus, he’d been here for the big event, after all.
No one would even know he’d gone.
He cracked the door, slipped out into the hall . . . then nearly mowed down a tiny little fairy.
Okay, not so much a fairy as a woman with pale amber hair and a curvy little body. Some players were all about the statuesque model type, but not Max. He liked them curvy, and he certainly didn’t mind them small.
That meant he could more easily lift them up, that they could wrap their legs around his hips while he—
Fuck. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman.
And this tiny, voluptuous angel was trying to make a quick getaway.
“Hey,” he said, snagging her arm when she would have slunk down the hall. “You lost, sweetheart?”
Shoulders straightened and she ripped out of his grip. “Don’t touch me,” she snapped, keeping her back to him, and fuck, even her voice made his cock twitch.
“Okay. No problem.” He slid around to her front. “But this area is off limits.”
Her gaze stayed on the floor, her jaw clenched tight. “I was invited.”
“Oh?” Max crossed his arms, leaned back against the wall. Sexy voice, banging body—he was desperate now to see her eyes, the shape of her nose, her lips. Please, let her be as pretty as she sounded. “By who?”
Finally, she looked up.
Max sucked in a breath as though he’d been gut-punched.
Those eyes. They were—
“Mandy Shallows,” the woman said. “I’m . . .” She hesitated then lifted her chin and said, “I’m her sister.”
Mandy has a sister? Holy shit.
But something was off. Max took a step closer to her, noted that the tip of her nose was slightly rosy, her lids reddened and puffy. “Why don’t I think those are happy tears for her engagement?”
The woman pushed around him, striding down the hall before stopping and hanging her head again. “I didn’t mean to intrude,” she said. “I—” Her voice caught. “She said anytime, but I should have called first. This wasn’t mine to witness.” A sigh. “If she saw, if she’s upset, tell her I’m sorry.”
She started walking again, this time faster.
“Wait,” he said and caught her arm again. “I’m sure Mandy will be happy—”
“No.” She yanked out of his grip, her purse slipping down her arm and falling to the floor. The contents went every which way.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I’m sorry.” He knelt to help her, but she batted his hands away.
“Just go, dammit! Just leave me the fuck alone.”
“Okay—” he began but didn’t get the chance to leave.
Because she’d snatched up her things and was gone.
Sighing, he turned back toward the PT Suite. He should probably face the music. Congratulate the couple, break the news of Mandy’s sister running off.
He took a step and the crinkle made him freeze.
Max bent, picked up the paper that must have fallen out of the woman’s purse. It was an email addressed to . . . Angelica Shallows.