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"What is this?"

John stared down at the bank check on his desk. His luck with money had been uncanny lately. People were practically lining up to shower him with cash—first Hannah, and now Ethan Hales. How fucking ironic.

A frigid, hostile glint flickered in John's eyes, even as a distant, polite smile brushed across his face.

"I overheard Hannah talking to her mother the other day