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    Marc stiffened, Haley’s words echoing in his mind—she’d told him to toss that days ago. Only now did he finally piece it together.


    So that was what it was!


    He’d never realized Ste had been quietly taking care of him all this time, her efforts hidden in something as small as a handmade ornament.


    His face grew tense, torn between regret and disbelief.


    Finally, the pain became unbearable. Marc grabbed his things and left work early, desperate to see a doctor.


    The moment Haley caught sight of him heading out, she hurried over andtched onto his arm, all sugar-sweet enthusiasm. “Marc! Leaving so soon? That works out—I’lle over tonight,” she dered, already tugging him toward the parking lot.


    Settling into the passenger seat, Haley’s eyes immediatelynded on the rose-shaped ornament dangling from the rearview mirror—the one she’d bought to rece Ste’s. She shed him a self-satisfied grin. “This one’s much prettier than that old thing Ste hung in your car, don’t you think?”


    The moment she said it, Marc’s patience shattered. Her words hit a raw nerve he’d been trying to ignore.


    His eyes darkened, jaw clenched, and he cut her off with a furious snarl, “Get out.”


    Startled by his sudden outburst, Haley scrambled out of the car, eyes wide with fear.


    She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why did he keepshing out at her? Left alone, Marc watched her retreat in the rearview mirror, his agitation only mounting as the silence closed in. He floored the elerator, racing back to the vi, storming up to the second floor without so much as a nce downstairs.


    Copsing onto his bed, he hoped the pain would fade, but the relentless throbbing in his skull only intensified.


    He held out as long as he could, but eventually, desperation forced him to reach for the painkillers stashed in his nightstand.


    Marc’s migraines had been a constant torment long before Ste started mixing up those remedies for him. Back then, the hospital handed him a bottle of painkillers, but they came with a heavy price—nasty side effects, including the risk of wrecking his sex drive if he used them too long.


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    Once his headaches seemed to fade, he ditched the pills entirely. He was way too young to be dealing with problems when it came to sex!


    As he mulled it over, only one answer surfaced—he had to find Ste. She was the only one who held the form to that medication, and right now, she was his only hope.


    “Find Ste’s number for me—no, Sylvia Gilbert’s number,” Marc barked into the phone. “Get it within ten minutes.”


    He’d called Barnard, his assistant, and wasn’t in the mood for dys.


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