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She gets up and heads into the back, leaving me alone.
How does she think I can give him what he wants if it’s something I can’t do?I groan.I can’t compromise on that. I can’t half marry him. There’s no other way of committing to him …
I stop pacing. My heartbeat quickens.
Oh my God. There is a way.
My palms sweat as I think things over. It’s a crazy idea.
But is it?
The longer I contemplate it, the more it makes sense. The more I like it. The more I really want to make it happen.
I put a hand on my stomach and exhale.
“Did you figure it out yet?” Jamie asks.
I look at her over my shoulder as she enters the room. She stops in the doorway and takes me in, then nods.
“Yeah. You figured it out.” She grins.
“He has a birthday party tomorrow,” I say. “Maybe I write him a little note and give it to him there?”
“You don’t want to go back over there tonight?”
I shake my head. As much as I do want to, I shouldn’t. We need some time apart—if for no other reason than to ensure we know what we want.
“You don’t happen to have some pretty stationery, do you?” I ask.
“Actually, yes. A customer left some out here a few weeks ago and never came back to get it. It’s in the top desk drawer.”
I nearly jog to her office and yank open the drawer. There lies a cream-colored notepad with faint white and gray swirls in the background. It reminds me of his countertops.
I sit down and pull the pad out, along with the pen that goes with it. Then I stare at the paper and try to figure out how to say what’s on my mind.
After a deep breath, I start writing …
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Tate
“What are you doing in here?” Mimi asks, groaning as she settles into her recliner. A party hat is perched on top of her head, and a string secures it around her chin. She’s adorably ridiculous.
I’m stretched out on her sofa, listening to the partygoers celebrating my birthday as they laugh outside by the pool.
“Thought about taking a nap,” I say.
I tilt my head, so I look behind me and catch her giving me the strangest look.
“I could use a nap,” she says. “Want to get in bed with me?”
My chest shakes as I laugh even though I don’t feel like it.
Last night was the first time I’ve seen Aurora mad. It was also the first time that I felt like a fucking asshole and regretted it. I’ve never not known how to fix a problem with a woman until she stormed out of my house … and refused my calls.
I cover my face with my hands and groan.
“Either tell me what’s wrong or get out of my house,” Mimi says, her tone teasing.
