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The huge gulf inside me closed, but I pressed my fist to my chest. “I … that was sweet of him.” But then enough tears to fill the emptiness inside me poured out of my eyes and didn’t stop. I had no idea how to turn off the faucet. I said, “I was so scared of turning into Mom, who never spoke her opinion about anything, that I sabotaged my life.”
Georgie brushed my hair off my face and asked, “Can’t you at least try to fix this?”
I finally stopped crying and asked, “How?”
“Go see him.”
Nicole came over and sprayed me with one of her lotions and then used some pink egglike sponge to clean my face. I needed to at least tell him that I loved him, too. He’d had my heart long before this moment, but I’d been so scared. I let Nicole finish and then bent my head.
“Yeah, I need to find him.”
Olivia tapped the window as she said, “I found him already.”
I twitched and blood rushed in my veins as I asked, “What?”
My baby sister then pointed through the window and we all looked outside as she said, “He’s outside your building.”
Adrenaline rushed through me and gave me new energy. I covered my lips. “He’s here?”
Georgie snapped her fingers and pointed to the door as she said, “That’s our cue, girls.”
I grabbed her arm and held her as I asked, “Where are you going?”
She unhooked herself and said, “You and your husband need to talk, alone.”
My husband. I wasn’t sure I had one anymore, but I swallowed and opened the door for them and said, “I love you.”
Each one hugged me like they’d give me strength, and Nicole said, “We’ll always be sisters. Good luck groveling. It’s not your strong suit.”
I laughed at her joke and said, “Thanks.”
I closed the door and ran to a mirror. I didn’t deserve a second chance, but if this was one, I’d answer the door at least looking presentable.
Then I’d tell him I loved him. Even if he didn’t want me, he had the right to know. And this time, instead of running in fear, I’d stand my ground and choose love.
Chapter 18
Jacob
My empty stomach had flutters and my skin tingled. This wasn’t me. I was never nervous around women. I glanced up at her condo building as the cold morning air brushed against my skin, but I was paralyzed.
If she let me in and accepted the ring in my pocket, I’d have everything I’d ever need. If she slammed the door in my face and told me she didn’t love me, then I had my answer.
I hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything else but her for hours now, and my palms were sweaty as I entered the building.
However my heels skidded on the marble floor as I stared at the front desk. My flowers were sitting there.
My heart raced. Had she refused them?
A cold tremble raced down my spine, like she’d refuse me too. However, I signed my name and they sent me upstairs.
The security guard behind the desk called after me, “Please tell her to call the front desk back, so we can deliver her flowers.”
I stilled and took a rosy-scented breath. She hadn’t ignored me. I swallowed and nodded, then I tipped them to follow me. If she let me in, they were to deliver them right away. Security took the hundred-dollar bill, and we headed up to her condo.
As I neared her door, my shoulders were tight. I hoped she wouldn’t kick me out. But then I knocked.
She opened the door wearing red lipstick and my heart felt like a cartoon heart, bursting out of my body. I ignored how my hands shook and said, “Indigo.”
