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“His name is Marco,” a keen listener of our argument helped the bartender out.

“Yeah, if you get rid of Marco. I have a thing for a sexy, mature woman.”

“And his dick is fabulous. I can confirm.” A sexy blonde winked at me.

“Thanks for the offer.” I finished my drink. “But I’m taken.”

So, I didn’t know where I stood with Marco. But damn it, I wanted him back,usback. What if he was too angry and didn’t want to have anything to do with me? What if he was relieved it was over?

Oh, no, no, no!I silenced my inner critic.Hell no!

I was Leah Stahl. Lawyer of the Year. Mother. Friend. Hot, mature woman. And I was worthy of a man like Marco.

I just had to win him back.

CHAPTER 22

Marco

“She said I was her boyfriend?” I asked Isabella, who was giving me all the details of how she’d been at Leon’s Full Service when Leah had ripped her ex a new one.

“She did,” Isabella nodded.

“So, that means you’re still together,” Sofia suggested.

“I have no idea,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair. “One minute she was fine, and the other…and then I said some stupid shit that I can’t take back.”

“What did you say?” Sofia asked.

I cleared my throat. “I may have said something about her being a coward and to call me after she grew a spine.”

“Papi.” Both my daughters gasped.

“That was idiotic,” Isabella commented from across the dining table where we were having dinner.

Her words weren’t exactly a surprise—I’d been feeling like an idiot for three days now.

“I know,” I muttered. “You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Oh, I absolutely do,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “How could you say that to her, Papi?”

“She pushed my buttons…she tried to break up and?—”

“So, you told her to grow a spine?” Sofia was now amused.

“You fucked up,” Isabella announced.

“I did.”

“You know she was just scared…and can you blame her after being married to that narcissist?” Isabella accused.

“I lost my temper.” I sighed. “It sounds silly now, but then I felt like I was opening myself to her…you know, getting past all the freaking guilt and all that, and she was too afraid to take a chance.”

“I can see how you thought telling her she was scared when shewas, in fact, scared was helpful,” Sofia said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

I groaned again, slumping forward to rest my head on the table. “I’m such an idiot.”

I raised my head and saw my girls grinning.

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