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She looks surprised. "You both want to take me on a date together—all three of us?"

I nod. "Yes, of course. Why wouldn't we?"

Jessica jerks her shoulders in a shrug, her eyes darting around the room, almost as though she's planning her escape.

Kneeling, I reach up and take her jaw in my hand. "Hey, if you're not ready, you can say that. We don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But we think it's time you got out of the house."

"I have nothing to wear," she blurts out nervously.

I'm unsure if she's clutching at straws, and just as I'm about to delve deeper, Noah chooses that moment to appear.

"And that, sweet girl, is why I thought we could stop off at Selfridges after your appointment."

He walks over and leans down, giving her a slow kiss, my hand still clasping her jaw. The display of affection sets my entire body alight with desire.

"Do you think you're up for that?" he asks against her lips.

She gives a subtle nod, it's not quite a yes, but it's not a no either.

"Then it's settled," I say, dropping my hand and rising as Noah straightens beside me. "Tomorrow, it's a date." And then I lean in and steal a kiss from Noah. He tastes like Jessica now, too, and nothing has ever tasted so damn sweet.

ChapterThirty-Five

NOAH

I worked from my laptop in the waiting room while Jessica had her appointment. She didn’t speak on the way over, fiddling with her hands in her lap, eyes darting everywhere as I drove through London. But it wasn’t to take in the busy streets or the tourists; she was on guard, checking her surroundings.

It’s going to take time for her to feel at ease.

The sound of the door opening draws my attention away from my laptop, and I immediately close it and move to my feet as she walks towards me.

Her eyes are puffy, clearly from crying, and before I can think better of it, I open my arms and pull her into a tight embrace.

“You okay, sweet girl?”

Her fingers grip my shirt. “Yeah, just tired,” she admits, her voice a little hoarse. I’m unsure if it’s from talking or crying, but either way, it’s better out than in. Even though she’s been talking to Caleb and me and opening up, I’m sure there are still things she might not be ready, if ever, to speak with us about. As long as she knows we’re here if she wants to, that’s what matters.

“If you’re not up for going to Selfridges, we can sort something else out. You just say the word.”

She pulls back, straightening her back, that resolve I love so much about her setting in. “No, I’m good, I promise.’

I know she’s anything but good, but if she’s up to a little shopping excursion, I’m here for that.

“Come on, then, let’s get out of here.”

I let go of her and slide my laptop into its sleeve before zipping it into the laptop bag and then wrap my arm around her shoulder, nodding bye to the receptionist as I lead her over to the lift.

Once inside, I press the button for the ground floor.

She glances up into the reflection of the mirrored door and catches me staring. A smile pulls at her lips as her cheeks heat, and she looks down at the floor.

Nope, that’s no good.

Unable to stop myself, I move behind her and pull her back against my chest wrapping my arms around her waist and leaning my chin on her shoulder.

“Oi, you don’t shy away from me. You’re beautiful, can’t blame me for staring.”

Her eyes slowly rise until she’s staring back at me in the mirror as the lift slowly descends.

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