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“You can’t possibly understand, Emily, because I don’t understand it myself.”

“Understand what?”

“The feeling I got when I saw you with him. I don’t know why I got so angry, and I’m sorry. I am truly sorry. I didn’t handle the situation well because I had never been confronted with something like that before.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you. As I said, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

I turned my back on him because I didn’t want him to see the tears that formed in my eyes. If he had trusted me, he wouldn’t have done what he did, and that hurt. I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear.

A part of me wanted to punish him, yet another part of me melted in his arms. He made a mistake. I, for one, am guilty of making plenty in my lifetime.

“Okay. I accept your apology. But what you did, canceling our date because of what you saw without even talking to me first, was a dick move on your part.”

“I know it was.” His arms tightened around me.

I turned my body until we were fully embraced, my arms locked around him.

“We just had our first fight.” He kissed the top of my head.

“We did, and I didn’t like it.”

“Me either.” His hands planted themselves on each side of my face as his lips brushed tenderly against mine. “Isn’t there something called make-up sex?”

“Yes.” Our lips continued to tangle.

“Then we better get to it.” He smiled as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Emily

It had been a week since Jackson and I had our first fight, and things were going great. We both agreed to put it behind us and never speak of it again.

Walking into Tavern on the Green, I spotted Crystal sitting in a booth sipping on a cocktail. She smiled and stood up when she saw me walking towards the table.

“Emily, darling. You look fantastic.” She hugged me.

“How are you, Crystal?”

“I’m good. How’s the shop doing?”

“Really well. Thank you.”

I took a seat across from her and ordered a martini.

“I’m going just to come right out and ask you,” I spoke as I placed my napkin in my lap. “And I want the honest to God’s truth.”

She pursed her lips and took a deep breath while waiting for my question.

“Is Gregory my father?”

She picked up her drink and took a small sip. “Yes. He is your father.”

“How could you keep that from me all these years?”

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