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“Well, well…if it isn’t Hawthorne Lordes. ” Grant Capulet’s mouth twisted into a devious smile, taking slow steps towards him, his hands sliding into the pockets of his slacks. Nate turned around to acknowledge the familiar voice, not exactly shocked to see the blonde male standing there. “Don’t sound too excited.” The words were delivered with his trademark dry sarcasm, walking around Grant’s desk, placing the book with the old cover he had been holding down on the mahogany. “Well, what’s your reason for gracing me with your presence, Lordes? I do hope it’s worth my time…I’m a very busy man.” “That makes two of us. I just so happened to be in the area. I had a meeting with McCarthy.” “Than let’s get on with this, shall we?” Hawthorne paused, before he reached into his pocket, pulling out a necklace; something of Dinah’s. He tossed it to Grant, who stared down at the lavender jewelry before looking up at his old friend, his jaw set. “You had better have a good explanation for why you have this.” Nate tilted his head. “Let’s just say that I know a thief, who knows a thief…I thought you’d want it back. I have to admit, your lack of gratitude is extremely disappointing.”