Page 60 of Breakup Games

And at what point is it fair to ask him to make that choice? To pick us over a job? I can’t ask him to do that and now I’m feeling like an idiot for having that talk with him only days ago about being “all in” a relationship with me. Well, it was good while it lasted and at least we would part ways on good terms unless we decide to do long distance for a while. Still, that’s assuming Mason would want to do long distance and I know I can’t jump to conclusions.

But that just seems to be how things go for me. Maybe I had my chances at love and I picked the wrong person so many times that now I’m just damned to be alone.

“Well, I have a ton of work to catch up on and have my own therapy session to attend,” I tell Diego, which is true. I’m not the best at going to my own appointments, but after everything thathappened the last few days, I know I need to. But really, I want to head out of here.

The therapist in me says I need to talk to Mason before I get upset over nothing. To stay calm and remember thatfeelings aren’t facts. God, it’s annoying to remind myself of that. I feel for my clients when I tell them that.

“I’ll text you details for tonight. Hope to see you! The wife is coming and she’s to officially meet you.”

“That would be fun,” I say with a smile. I take the cold coffee, thank him, and head out. I should drive toward my office. Or go home. But instead, I find myself putting in the address for the Chicago FBI field office.

“Mira?”Mason looks up from his desk. “Is everything okay?” He gets up and my god, he looks good in that navy blue suit. He’s wearing his gun in a holster on his hip and I can feel his big cock inside me with each step I take.

“I…I don’t know why I’m here,” I confess, not sure why I thought driving to the FBI field office was a good idea. It took forever to get signed in and lead back to Mason’s office. “I suppose it could have waited until tonight but I…I don’t think I can go and I wanted to congratulate you on the promotion.”

“Promotion?” He raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t take it.”

“What?”

He strides over and closes the door behind me. “I didn’t take it.”

I slowly shake my head back and forth. “But being in charge of the Moretti case is all you ever wanted.”

“It was…until I met you.”

“Are you saying that you’re staying in Chicago for me?” Tears fill my eyes and I don’t quite believe anything that’s happening right now.

“I’m saying I’m staying here for us.”

“But…but why?” I blink back tears. “Why would you want that?”

He takes my hands. “Because I have fallen for you.” His caramel eyes met mine and I’m hit with emotion. I feel so much for him and it terrifies me that I’m going to fall as well but right as I’m about to land in his arms, he’ll jump out of the way and I’ll hit the ground, breaking every single bone in my body. Yet it won't hurt as much as another broken heart.

I don’t think I could survive that.

There’s a part of me that’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop…a constant knot in my stomach that I read down and tighten with what-ifs as soon as the binds start to loosen. And there is a chance things could fall apart. There’s a chance I could get hurt.

But there’s a chance I won’t.

There’s a chance things could work out.

I could fall in love and never have to go on a first date again.

We could live happily ever after.

It hits me that I’ve been wrong about love this whole time, and as a couple’s therapist, I don’t know if I should admit that. Falling into anything is dangerous and scary and usually isn’t done on purpose. But taking someone’s hand and walking into love—together—that’s what I want.

And that’s what I’ve done.

I have fallen for Mason, but it wasn’t a scary free-fall where hitting the ground was inevitable. It was a soft and gentle fall with subtle reassurance along the way. It was so natural I didn’t even notice. Everything I ever wanted in a person is standingright here in front of me, but with Mason, I didn’t look for what I could get from him.

And that’s what love really is.

It’s about what you can give the other person. How you can grow together.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever met,” he says, voice low. “You’re a little crazy at times and I can’t get enough of that. I love you, Mira Martin.”

A tear rolls down my cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb. “I love you, too, Mason Harris.”

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