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“What’s going on with you?” he asks.

My brows dip. “What do you mean?”

“You know you can’t hide shit from me, so stop pretending.” He sounds exasperated.

“Nothing.”

“You and Sophie barely looked at each other during breakfast,” he says.

“You were watching?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Just quietly observing. Is everything okay?”

I chew the inside of my cheek for a beat before I say, “I’m just worried we want different things, and I’m not sure how we can make it work if that’s the case.”

“What different things?” he presses.

“I don’t know. Different futures. Like maybe she wants kids, and I don’t think I do.”

“Is that something you have to decide right now?” he asks.

“I guess not,” I mutter. “But shouldn’t we be on the same page for that kind of shit? If we’re not now, we might never be.And now we’re in this place where if we don’t move forward together, then I might be losing her forever.”

“Get out of your head, man. Enjoy it. Youfinallylanded her, and now you’re sabotaging things before you ever even get off the ground.”

“It’s what I do.” It feels like it, anyway. It feels like things are always going fine or at least in the direction of fine, and then I look ahead, see the potential problems, and shut it down before I have to deal with those problems.

And nobody knows that better than Tanner.

“It doesn’t have to be.” His voice is gentle, and I guess it gives me something to think about.

CHAPTER 45: Sophie Summers

An Announcement

The massage is wonderful, the facial is lovely, and the spa in general is great.

It doesn’t change anything. It only serves as a brief distraction.

How the hell am I going to get through the next four weeks?

I meet the ladies for a late afternoon tea time. I have no idea where Miller is at.

In fact, I don’t see him at all until dinner. He isn’t even in the room before dinner, so either he’s avoiding me or he’s out with the guys.

Our dinner conversation consists of what we did separately today, and it sounds like the basketball game was quite the event—at least from Grayson’s perspective it was. Spencer seems less enthused about it.

“You okay?” Miller asks me quietly somewhere around dessert.

I press my lips together and nod, but the truth is…I’m not sure if I am.

Regardless of what happened last night, I’m not sure whether there’s a future ahead for the two of us if we don’t want the same things.

And the longer I sit with the idea that Icouldbe pregnant, the more I think about how that isdefinitelysomething I want in my future.

And he doesn’t.

It’s better to figure this out now, truthfully. We can’t go ahead with a wedding next February and mean the vows as we both said we would the other night if we want different things for our future. And kids? That’s a big one. It’s not like I want a cat and he doesn’t.

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