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“He’s always been such a sap,” Abigail says to me, then winds her arm in Jack’s.

The two of them walk on, arm in arm, back down the hall, Abigail talking Jack’s ear off. When they reach the hospital room, Jack opens the door for Abigail. She goes in, squealing. And before Jack enters, he looks back at me.

“I love you,” I mouth.

He doesn’t mouth it back, but it’s evident in the way his face shifts. An eye-squinting smile. Then, he goes inside.

20

JACK

Things go on as usual.Except not at all.

Because Camilla loves me.

I never realized how that word can change everything. Never been with someone who made me feel that way. Never got there. And somehow in just two months, Camilla Graff has stolen my heart, and I guess my mind to.

I’ve been walking on air for the past two weeks, able to deal with every task without batting an eye because in the back of my mind I know.

Camilla Graff loves me.

Me! Someone who has believed his whole life he was born to be unlovable. Who believed it was an objective fact.

Not so, Jack Lyons, not so.

The second Abigail saw us, I knew that the cat was out of the bag as far as my family is concerned. She had the decency to hold off until a couple of days after the twins were born, but once she did, the texts haven’t stopped.

Of course, Nate and Mason had already guessed after Camilla arrived at my house unprompted. Seth was a bit more taken aback, playing a big brother role to her, giving me the whole, “Don’t hurt her,” thing, to which I saidnever. Abigail, Bridget, and Laney are all eager to get Camilla out for dinner to pick her brain.

The only person who hasn’t said anything is Dad. Well, Sonia too, but she gets a pass, what with becoming a mom and everything.

I don’t blame him, though. Other than the night I met the twins, we haven’t spoken. I avoided family dinners after our spat at the club too. So…who knows what he’s thinking.

Or if he even cares.

While my family knows, though, we’re still not out at work. It’s harder than ever to remain professional in the office. I’ve been stealing more and more moments, and I can tell the rest of the staff is starting to get suspicious.

Which is why I’m letting the cat out of the bag today.

It’s past five o’clock, which means nothing to Camilla. She works until she’s done. I’ve been trying to keep her from doing that, but it’s hard to be her Daddy in the office when we’ve agreed to separate the work and the personal.

Which is a ridiculous concept. Separating work and personal? Who has that kind of compartmentalization? Not even my workaholic father was able to do that when faced with the woman of his dreams.

I dipped out, telling her I was going to pick up some coffee so we could work late. In actuality, I’ve picked up a bouquet of flowers for her.

Tonight, Camilla is going on a date. With me, of course.

She might not take kindly to it at first, but I’ve had enough of her pushing herself to the brink of sanity every night getting things in order for Keiki. In all of this time, we’ve never been on an official date. Our relationship has shuttled between the office and the penthouse, back and forth, back and forth. Nothing in between.

Tonight, I want to spoil my baby girl rotten.

Bouquet in one hand and Bergdorf’s bag in the other, I enter the office, passing a few of our employees heading out. They all eye what I’m carrying with suspicion but say cheerful goodbyes without questioning me.

Camilla is standing at the copy machine. Making copies of lord knows what. There’s always something to make copies of.

I sneak up behind her and plant a kiss on her cheek.

“Jack!” she hisses. “It’s barely five thirty, people are still–”

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