Sophie’s words clung to him like static.
He’s not like the others. He’s not going to run.
Max tried to shake it off, but the thought followed him everywhere....on track, in the hotel, even in the quiet of his Monaco apartment. He kept waiting for Carlos to show the same cracks his exes had. For him to flinch when Max snapped. For him to sigh, to say it wasn’t worth the effort, to finally walk away.

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