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“I want you forever.”

“Good. But things are going to get complicated with Ethan. He isn’t going to like that we’re together,” she said.

We had pushed this discussion aside for too long. I could tell she was worried that I would change my mind, that if push came to shove, I would choose Ethan over her. Nothing could be further from the truth.

“I learned a long time ago in business that you must take what you want. You must be willing to let the things go that aren’t working or prevent you from getting to your true nature. I want you; I will be with you. It might be cruel but if Ethan can’t understand that we are meant to be together. If he can’t see who we are and what we have found has nothing to do with him, that is his problem.”

“He’s your son,” Natalie said.

“And a grown ass man. He needs to learn that he won’t always win. In this case, you two weren’t right for each other. If you had been, you never would have been in the bar that night. I never would have seen you and we wouldn’t be here. In some ways, he has no one to blame for how this all turned out but himself.”

“Are you saying we should be thanking him?” Natalie asked.

I smiled and shook my head. “I wouldn’t go that far, but something like that.”

“Okay,” Natalie said and sighed.

“Are we good? Are you good?” I asked.

“Yes. Very. As long as I’m with you, I’m good.”

“Well, since that is settled,” I said and moved towards her.

Chapter 19

Natalie

It was late in the morning before we came downstairs. While I had showered, Luke had brought up the dry bags and I had changed into a wrap-around dress. I was hoping we would get into the sun and had slipped on my bathing suit. When I came downstairs and saw Luke in a pair of board shorts, I knew I had chosen right. I love how we seemed to be on the same wavelength even about the little things.

As I walked into the kitchen, I saw Luke cleaning up the meal from the night before.

“We really need to work on finishing a drink or a meal. It isn’t right that we let good food go to waste,” I said as I walked up to him.

He pressed a kiss on my nose. “Why? When what we did was so much fun and pleasurable? I don’t see an issue.”

“There’s plenty of time for everything. Including eating as well as making love. You said you wanted to make sure I had enough energy for everything you want to do with me. I can’t do that if you don’t feed me,” I teased.

“Well, when you put it that way, omelets?” he asked and I laughed.

“Do you know how to make omelets?” I asked.

Luke stepped away from me and gave me a look that he was offended. I was about to tell him I was sorry when I saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“I will have you know I’m an excellent omelet maker. I just need the right assistant.”

“Oh, can that be me? I’ll be your assistant,” I teased and lifted my hand in the air.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he said.

As with the night before, we worked well together. He mixed up the eggs, while I cut up some meat and vegetables. When it was all ready, he cooked up the omelets while I set up the table, cut up some fruit, and poured us glasses of orange juice. By the time I had everything done, he was ready to.

“You keep saying you aren’t a good cook but you keep proving yourself wrong,” I said after my first bite.

“What can I say, you bring out the best in me.”

“I like to think I do. I think you bring out the best in me, too” I said.

“Really? How so?” He wasn’t fishing for a compliment. I could tell he was genuinely interested.

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